A stroke capable of heavily injuring the Emperor Realm Great Perfection isn't something Wang Ping has the ability to resist right now.
He wouldn't be able to dodge either, as he was tightly bound by the Jiuyou Demon Emperor Chu Xiao, struggling to escape.
"Is he dead just like that?"
Seeing Wang Ping's divine soul and physical body devoured by the black light, not even a speck of dust left behind, Jiuyou Demon Emperor Chu Xiao frowned, staring at the spot where Wang Ping fell, his mood somewhat peculiar.
He had painstakingly prepared numerous trump cards against Wang Ping, guessing how many tricks Wang Ping would pull against him.
In the end, aside from that short-lived pitiful defensive barrier, Wang Ping didn't manifest any other unusual strategies. Not a single card from the myriad heavens and thousands of realms was played.
"Looks like, I overestimated you."
Jiuyou Demon Emperor Chu Xiao frowned, muttering to himself.