Wang Yue flicked his wrist, sending the Black Wood Bead given to him by the Buddha Son flying. It traced an arc through the air and struck the Red Cloud Bag with precision.
With a soft crack, fine fissures spread across the bead. Pale golden Buddhist light seeped out, winding around the Red Cloud Bag like chains. The cloth bag, which had been madly sucking and tearing at everything moments ago, instantly froze. The red glow at its opening dimmed, and it fell completely still.
Chongyun's expression changed drastically. His fingers rapidly formed seals as he sent a thought to the heavily injured Chongyi: Run! Find the Dao Lord in the Clouds and have him protect you!
He himself planted his feet and stared fixedly at Wang Yue, trying to buy time.
"You want him to leave?"
A warm smile appeared on Wang Yue's face, but his gaze was as cold as a blade. "Did you ask me first?"
Chongyun remained expressionless. Just as he was about to speak and divert Wang Yue's attention, a muffled thud suddenly rang out—the sound of a fist sinking into flesh was especially clear.
Chongyi's body flew through the air like a rag doll before crashing heavily in front of Chongyun. There was already a bloody hollow in his chest, blood gushing endlessly from it. He was clearly dead.
The one who had killed him was the Vital Essence Body! Its four-meter-tall frame strode calmly out from behind a tree, vital essence billowing around it as cold light flashed in its eyes.
It had been watching Chongyi all along. How could it possibly give him a chance to escape?
"Ah!" Pain instantly welled up in Chongyun's eyes as he looked upon Chongyi's corpse, only to be replaced by shocking killing intent. Red cloud mist