Under the astonished gazes of everyone, the golden pouch rapidly tightened, clinging closely to the Li Generation expert's head, from which pitiful screams were emitted.
The next second, with a twist of Daoist Qingfeng's wrist, the golden pouch slowly began to rotate, accompanied by a "crack, crack, crack" sound. In just a few blinks, it twisted the neck of the Li Generation expert. But it didn't end there—the pouch spun faster and eventually twisted the head right off. The headless torso still maintained its arms raised high, and blood spurting from the neckless cavity shot up more than ten meters.
With the loss of spiritual power injection, the Magic Artifact ladder returned to being an ownerless object, and the crippled in mid-air plummeted down, smashing the headless body into a pulp.
Both Li Generation Angel Envoys, yet their methods were as different as clouds and mud, managing to determine the winner in just a few breaths.