Just now, Babura indeed suffered a destructive attack; the monster's undead body was thoroughly annihilated, not even leaving behind a trace of residue.
Now, the only thing left, a fist-sized orb of blood-light, was the purest Ancestor God's Blood, protecting his scattered spiritual sense, allowing him to narrowly escape disaster.
"It's truly a shame that I wasn't able to refine you completely," Xiao Chen said, yet without a hint of regret on his face, calmly and composedly, "Worse comes to worst, I'll just refine you once more!"
"Hahaha..." Babura threw his head back with uproarious laughter, as if he had heard the funniest thing ever. It took him a while to stop, and then with a voice cold and sinister, he said, "You no longer have a chance. Do you think to trap me with the Heavenly Stele? The same thing won't happen a second time!"
