If it had been anyone who did not understand, they would probably have thought these people were forcing themselves to their deaths.
In truth... they were not that far off.
The stronger Long Chan was faster. He held a black Purified Bottle in his hand, and with a light pat of the bottle's body, boundless black water swept over, its foul, fishy stench rolling into the nose.
Wang Yu's brows furrowed into a knot.
This sort of disgusting Spirit Treasure was nauseating with just one extra glance. The Crescent Moon Mark in his pupils flickered faintly; though the spatial fluctuation was concealed, Long Chan still caught it.
"Not good... Junior Brother Long Pan!"
Even though he shouted, he was still half a beat too late. Sect Leader Long Pan, who held the Golden Bowl and had been about to clamp it down over Wang Yu's head, discovered that the surrounding air seemed to have frozen solid.
A surge of overwhelming force came from every direction.
It squeezed his fleshly body until it creaked and groaned. Ahead of him, Wang Yu's figure gradually vanished like an afterimage, while a lethal crisis came from above his head.
Then he felt his scalp go numb.
At some point, Wang Yu's fair, clean palm had landed on his bald head. Like peeling open a grape, Long Pan's skin came off his flesh with a swish.
Pale yellow fat and blood-red muscle fibers were completely exposed to the air. With one careless moment, he had truly been skinned by Wang Yu.
After putting away the main material for making the Ten Thousand Demons Hide, Wang Yu no longer held back. From the bow arm of the Sun Piercing Demon Bow, a pair of enormous Ice Phoenix Wings suddenly extended, and with an upward rising slash