Crunch crunch crunch...
In an instant, the three-headed Flood Dragon was consumed by the overwhelming pressure of the self-detonation, including the Nascent Soul within it, and it didn't escape its fate. Under the self-detonation of this Late Mahayana stage old monster, it was directly blasted into fragments, countless blood scattered on the ground.
Vast momentum emanated from the True Spirit blood.
People around seemed as if they hadn't seen any of this. No matter how many treasures fell onto the ground, they acted as if they didn't see them, angrily staring at their opponents.
However, the terrifying shockwave from the self-detonation of a Late Mahayana stage old monster did not stop after killing one True Spirit; instead, it swept towards the other twenty-odd True Spirits nearby.
"No way!"
"Bastard! You deserve to die!"
"Don't follow me!"
