The six Tianluo Loose Immortals flying from below widened their eyes.
What did they see?
The scorched head, in its ascent, continued to be struck by beams of light.
These beams, capable of burning through alloy, could only leave shallow imprints on a Heavenly Immortal's body, causing the head to bounce around like a ball, tracing a complex path in the air.
Once again, the world fell silent.
Wang Jixuan's Foreign Soul Puppet scattered the Moluo Heavenly Slaughter Technique, its body nearly collapsing, like a deflating ball, rapidly dissipating streams of Demonic Qi.
The Black Dragon murmured, enveloped in gray light formed by the grievances of Immortal Soldiers, slowly rotating around the puppet.
At this moment, the Foreign Soul Puppet still tightly gripped the sword and the Primordial Spirit of that Heavenly Immortal.
Strands of black Qi tainted the person's Primordial Spirit, fully suppressing it, making it impossible to escape the giant claw of the Dragon Python Soul.
