"To my eyes, you lot are truly insignificant!"
"Eight Realm?"
"I see you all as mere ants!"
Jiang Ming spoke, transforming his hand into a blade, splitting the Soul Storm in half.
Brow light flashed, and it was the eighteenth form of God-splitting.
The same soul attack.
The Patterned Aliens felt the tremor of the soul, were shocked, but knew they couldn't avoid this type of attack. They roared and activated their most formidable defensive divine technique: "Thousand Star Tower!"
The Soul Power in their minds transformed into a tower with supposed thousands of layers, with twinkling starlight, suppressing their souls, protecting their minds. But Jiang Ming's attack shattered the tower with one blow.
The Patterned Alien's face turned pale, blood spewed from their mouth, their aura withered in an instant, and their forehead was penetrated by Jiang Ming's finger, killed on the spot.
Jiang Ming looked at two more alien warriors.
