The Doomed Failure, the "Kui" of Kui Mountain

The Physician had gone straight for mutual destruction, yet had failed to inflict any particularly severe damage on the enemy. The remaining few exchanged glances and immediately understood that continuing to stall for time no longer meant much.

Better to cut off one of his fingers than accomplish nothing at all.

Dumb Painter stepped forward and walked toward Blood Lama, while Demon Master turned back to look at the distant Emperor Ying, frowning.

"For some reason, I really don't like the look of this man."

Demon Master turned and faced Emperor Ying.

Mi Yin said nothing and silently followed the painter first.

Painter held his brush and swept out a hand. A sheet of drawing paper glowing with golden light unfurled before him. He gazed at Blood Lama from afar, his brush moving like a wandering dragon as it swiftly sketched Blood Lama's current appearance onto the paper.

Mi Yin stood in front of Painter, utterly motionless.

Blood Lama had lost one arm. Now he extended his other arm, transforming it into a colossal hand forged from gold that came crashing down like the heavens collapsing.

Mi Yin drew in a light breath and raised both arms to meet the giant hand.

His arms shattered inch by inch. Force swept over him, pulverizing every bone in his body in an instant. His clothes burst into dust, while his flesh resembled a sea surface whipped into a vortex—his skin tore apart and his flesh scattered.

Yet he still endured it head-on and stopped that golden giant hand.

Only when all the flesh on his body had crumbled into dust, leaving behind nothing but a skeleton covered in frost-like cracks, did a terrifying power emerge from him.

The flesh throughout his body condensed back into being as though time had reversed. The