The great elder Da Kun, already expanded to a length of four hundred miles, no longer changes, as he is incapable of further transformation.
For he is already dead.
From the head, the flesh and bones seem to wail, struggling to escape this body, but as the body cracks, no blood gushes forth. Even the blood is shattered by the most grand and simple power, erased by the Taixu Qi, turning into the tiniest particles.
As if drawn into a world-ending grindstone, traces of existence are continually extinguished, even the Primordial Spirit is no exception.
Under this strike, the four-hundred-mile-long Kun Fish perishes in an instant, turning to dust!
The countless particles flutter like sands, and the vast body dissipates before Jiang Li's eyes. He turns his fingers to a palm, pressing into the void to forcibly extract the yet-to-be-delineated Dao Fruit. Several streams of demon energy-laden lights are grasped by Jiang Li.
Thus, the great elder Da Kun—gone!
