"Ning Daoran! Don't think for a moment that you can..."
The Mo Yu Monarch struggled to lift his head, his body emanating an overwhelming surge of demonic power, still attempting to resist in his final moments.
Ning Daoran stood suspended mid-air, one hand folded behind his back. As his gaze turned icy, an invisible storm of spiritual pressure descended from the heavens!
"Boom~~~"
Amid the deafening roar, the seabed collapsed violently, and the Mo Yu Monarch's massive body twisted in unimaginable agony. At that moment, strands of sword light erupted from above—a rain of Golden Silk Swords, like a shower of stars, continuously piercing through the enormous head of Mo Yu Monarch!
"I cannot accept this fate!"
The physical prowess of the Mo Yu Monarch was extraordinary. His body arched as he desperately tried to rise and fight back.
"Fellow Daoist, why persist?"
Ning Daoran spoke indifferently, "The battle is over, Fellow Daoist. You already know you have no chance."
