The Demon King was trembling violently in the black mist. He was struggling, trying to break free.
However, in the face of the law of time, his power is of no use at all.
Like him, the young man from the Spirit Tribe and the four-winged light envoy from the Light Tribe were still unable to move no matter how hard they struggled.
He could only watch helplessly as the Demon King's realm continued to decline.
Bo!
As if a membrane had been pierced, the devil's realm finally fell to the Nascent Soul.
"Success!"
Everyone in the human race was overjoyed. Although they didn't know how Qin Fan did it, they could really feel that the Demon King's aura was weakening.
"Did you make it?"
At this moment, Qin Fan was already very old and hunched over, like a dying old man.
The originally smooth skin was now as dry as tree bark. He raised his eyelids and looked at the Demon King, as if he had used a lot of strength.
However, his old body does not prevent him from wielding the most powerful sword.
The Chaos Sword Qi exploded, and the Heaven-Breaking Sword among the Nine Swords of the Great Dao was used again.
A terrifying sword energy tore through the space and slowly took shape, like a bolt of lightning in the dark sky. Its power was not much weaker than before.
If this sword were to strike the Demon King at this moment, it would definitely destroy his soul.
"It's done, he did it!"
The leader of the human race monk, his eyes filled with tears of excitement, looked at Qin Fan's rickety body, his eyes full of reverence.
"In him, I see hope for the future of the human race!"
Another person also burst into tears and said with emotion: "Yes, he did what all of us thought we couldn't do. He will never give up until the last moment."
"This spirit is the hope for the future of our race!"
Click!
A bolt of thunder struck down, and the gray chaos sword energy slashed directly at the demon king.
"No!" The Demon King raised his head and roared with an unwilling look on his face. Demonic energy surged around him crazily, and his blood-red eyes hidden in the darkness shot out three feet of blood.
He wanted to wave his hands to resist, but he couldn't move. The years of suppression by the great supernatural powers were not over yet.
"I'm not convinced!"
The overwhelming resentment rushed out of the Demon King, shaking the world.
However, all to no avail. The gray sword energy had completely taken shape, and it slashed towards him.
Wow!
Suddenly, something unexpected happened.
When the chaotic sword energy was about to strike the Demon King's body, it suddenly shattered and dissipated in mid-air like snowflakes.
puff!
Qin Fan spit out a mouthful of blood, his rickety body slowly straightened up, his shriveled skin slowly regained its luster, and his white hair began to turn gray, gradually returning to normal.
It was just the last step, but it still failed.
It is too difficult to use the power of the law of time of the years of great supernatural powers to imprison an opponent who is higher than oneself.
If you want to be distracted and execute a killing blow, it is almost impossible to do it under normal circumstances.
"Why...failed?"
“I hate it so much, it’s just the last bit!”
"The sky is unfair. It's just the last step and it's done."
The human monks are full of unwillingness.
Seeing that there was only one last bit left to kill the Demon King, but at this moment, the success fell short.
Everyone was obviously extremely depressed.
Even the previous despair did not make them so dull.
The most unacceptable thing is that you clearly saw hope and even came close to succeeding, only to fall short at the last moment.
It's like searching for scriptures in the West. After traveling a thousand miles, Elder Tang was eaten by monsters when he arrived at the foot of Lingshan Mountain.
All races fell into extreme silence.
"Hahaha……"
The Demon King resumed his actions and slowly recovered from his fallen state.
"Boy, how can you succeed if you forcefully activate a power that you cannot control at all?"
"You were destined to fail from the beginning!"
"Now, if you still have any ability, just use it!"
The devil's wild laughter echoed in the sky.
All the human monks looked at Qin Fan, but they didn't say anything, and each of them looked more solemn than the other.
Is there any other way?
No need to ask, it's definitely gone.
If there was a way, I would definitely have used it when I was just one step away from success.
The young man from the Spirit Race sneered: "What a pity! We only missed the last few seconds before we succeeded."
"This human must have many secrets hidden in him. After he is killed by the Demon King, I cannot let the Demon King destroy his soul."
The four-winged light envoy had no expression on his face, exuding a sacred aura and said: "He failed."
"The power of the law of time cannot be controlled by a mortal at all."
"You can't touch the power of the law of time unless you reach the true fairyland."
"There is no suspense in this battle."
Qin Fan's form returned to normal, and he returned to his original appearance from his old state.
However, his face was extremely pale, and the years of using his great powers were too great.
"What a shame, it's just the last bit." Qin Fan was a little unwilling, but it wasn't without any gains.
This failure made him understand that it is almost impossible to succeed in using great magical powers to imprison an opponent who is higher than himself for many years, and the cost is several times higher than the original.
"Boy, why don't you say anything? Are you out of your mind?" The Demon King taunted loudly.
"In that case, let's end it!"
The world spirit's little face turned pale with fright: "Brother, what should we do? We won't really die here, right?"
Qin Fan's face was cold, and he looked quietly at the Demon King who was wrapped in the black mist, with only two bloody eyes exposed, as well as the Spirit Clan youth and the four-winged light envoy from two other directions, who were eyeing him eagerly.
"There is another way."
He said slowly and in a calm tone.
"Really? That's great!" World Spirit was overjoyed.
Erha also secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and retracted his dog legs that were ready to run away at any time.
Qin Fan took a step forward, and the vicissitudes of ancient aura appeared again, and it was more fierce than before.
There is also a trace of tragedy in this breath.
In the sky, the long river of time that had disappeared into the void emerged again, brighter and clearer than the last time.
The Demon King and the others found themselves unable to move again.
"What's going on? Does he have the energy to use the powerful secret technique just now?" The devil was confused.
The young man from the Spirit Clan also looked at Qin Fan with disbelief: "How is this possible!"
The four-winged light envoy's face, which had remained calm for thousands of years, showed a rare look of surprise this time.
"This time the power is stronger than last time. How did he do it?"
All the humans looked at Qin Fan in surprise: "What's going on?"
"Just now, it was obviously a failure?"
"Fellow Taoist, what have you done?"
Someone noticed something was wrong and had a bad premonition in their hearts.
If Qin Fan really had some strength left, he would never have failed just now.
But now Qin Fan has used a more powerful secret technique than before. What does this mean?
Any practitioner with a little bit of common sense can imagine...Qin Fan must have paid a heavy price for using the secret technique again.
