The four thin beams of light shot down from the sky. They left no trails of smoke, no thundering roars, and no grand displays of fire. They were silent, condensed streaks of brilliant gold and deep violet, carrying a faint grey thread of Chaos Qi at their core.
Mu Bairong held his breath from high in the sky from Heaven Point, his gaze locked on the four streaks.
The Armoured Hell Behemoth King did not register the threat until the beams pierced its body. The four needles of compressed law flame shot through its heavy obsidian-like crystalline plates, piercing the armor one by one in four points near its core.
There was no explosion. Instead, a high-pitched, sizzling hiss cut through the wind. The needles of the Yin-Yang Origin Flame Sword plunged directly into the beast's body, dissipating into its flesh and vaporizing the dark corruption.
