The Ancestor Wan Mo fled like a madman. With his Emperor Realm cultivation, he escaped millions of light years away in just a few breaths. However, he did not dare to relax and continued to flee even further.
Meanwhile, on the battlefield between the Red-eyed Ancestor and Jora, the battle had already ended.
The Red-eyed Ancestor's physical body was riddled with holes. He hadn't expected the gap between himself and the opponent to be so wide, unable to even withstand the opponent's Three Swords.
The opponent's Third Move, an endless surge of white sword light like arrows, completely tore through his defenses and successfully shot him down.
"Even in death, I cannot fall. As long as I can bluff him for one second, it'll add a sliver of hope for Guding and the others..." With this final thought, the Red-eyed Ancestor's life force vanished.
But he did not fall, nor did his physical body disintegrate; he stood upright in the void, eyes wide open, as if still alive.
