Roar!
A hoarse roar containing boundless fury, frenzy, and a trace of panic burst from Ke Muqing's throat like a savage beast wounded and near death, shooting straight into the sky.
He no longer used mental attacks. Instead, he vented the rage that had built up within him and the unease quietly spreading through his heart in this most primitive and violent manner.
The flawlessly coordinated assault of Chen Fei and Cao Feiyu had finally made this Demonic Beast, ruled by resentment and berserk power, clearly sense a fatal threat.
He could not understand why, despite possessing overwhelming power, he seemed to have fallen into an invisible net. Every attack was anticipated by his opponents, and every exertion of strength felt sluggish and obstructed.
The surging power within him not only failed to bring the thrill of crushing his enemies, but increasingly resembled a wild horse about to break free of its reins. What enraged and helplessly frustrated him even more was that his entire body seemed riddled with openings.
No matter how he adjusted his force, changed his moves, or even instinctively shifted and concealed his power focal points and weak defenses, the female Sword Cultivator opposite him could always find a new spot to attack with unerring precision—a spot that made him even more miserable.
The feeling left him stifled, enraged, and chilled to the bone.
Ke Muqing realized that this could not continue.
If he allowed them to weaken and disrupt him bit by bit, the Great Cang Realm Late Stage power within him, already restless and increasingly difficult to control, would sooner or later completely run wild.
By then, they would not even need to act. The berserk power he could no longer command would tear him apart from within.
The shadow of death quietly wound