In the void, the pagoda formed by the Divine Text of a thousand words crumbled, and the figure of the Saint Ancestor reappeared.
Compared to the condition of the Mountain Ancestor, his condition was even worse.
Everyone saw a huge scar slanting across the upper body of the Saint Ancestor, the wound torn open, deep enough to reveal bone, yet no blood flowed.
The Saint Ancestor's flesh emitted golden light, recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye, but for someone at his level, the speed was considered extremely slow.
Ning Qi observed with great care.
The battle between the two Ancestors had reached this point, and it was evident that the Mountain Ancestor had a slight edge.
His gaze fell on the Mountain Ancestor.
The Mountain Ancestor stood in the void, his eyes blood-red, thick eyebrows bristling, his entire body exuding a killing intent and a murderous aura nearly tangible.
