A single ax stroke, blood splattered.
The head of the Mangya Saint King instantly separated from its body. Ying Yue casually reached out to collect the severed head and body, suppressing them into the Chaotic Sea within the World Tree.
After all, it is a Saint King; even if the head is separated, the Primordial Spirit remains strong. Ying Yue didn't think such a simple act would put the Mangya Saint King to death!
Therefore, collecting and suppressing them was the wisest course of action.
"Damn it!"
"Run!"
Just as Ying Yue suppressed the Mangya Saint King, the eternally wounded Primordial Spirits of the Eternal Holy King and Moke Saint King finally regained their senses, coincidently witnessing the suppression of the Mangya Saint King, instantly making their eyes widen with rage.
Without a second thought, they turned and fled.
In an instant, they were millions of kilometers away.
By the time Ying Yue came back to his senses, he couldn't even see their shadows.
