"Poof!"
In just an instant, a glaring bloodlight burst forth from the heart of the Ancestor of Ten Thousand Demons. The Nine-Colored Divine Arrow had finally pierced through him, dragging forth a large spray of blood.
However, the Ancestor of Ten Thousand Demons did not fall. His robust body merely shuddered lightly, and grasping Huntian, he rushed into the Bronze Palace.
"What's going on? The Ancestor of Ten Thousand Demons was shot through the heart with an arrow and yet he hasn't died?"
Everyone was shocked, their expressions incredulous! The Ancestor of Ten Thousand Demons truly had heaven-defying methods. If his physical body and his Primordial Spirit True Spirit were not shattered at the same time, perhaps not even a Heavenly Dao Level Great Power could handle him.
