Kong Yang was trapped in the Devouring Space, unable to escape.
The Yin Yang Diagram turned slowly like a ravenous maw, devouring the fiery divine power pouring from Kong Yang's body.
Jiang Ping An's Yang God Origin transformed that power into his own, giving him the strength to keep fighting.
As time passed, Kong Yang's divine power drained away. The forbidden technique's relentless demands also began to exhaust his Origin.
His skin shriveled and wrinkled. His hair rapidly turned white and fell out.
The once high-spirited, imposing expert at the God Comprehension Realm Peak-stage now looked like a candle guttering in the wind, frail and aged.
"Who are you? Why are you targeting us?"
His low, hoarse voice rang through the Devouring Space, filled with resentment and despair.
Kong Yang could not understand why a genius this powerful would fight his group to the bitter end.
"Targeting you?"
Jiang Ping An's eyes were cold as a stagnant pool. His voice was calm, but suppressed fury ran beneath it. "Why do you people still think you're the victims, even as you die?"
He drew a deep breath, forced down his surging emotions, and kept swinging his saber. "If your leaders hadn't sealed me and thrown me here to mine, if you hadn't hunted me down and blocked me every time I tried to escape, would I have come looking for trouble?"
The memory of everything he had endured reignited the fury in Jiang Ping An's eyes. His saber strike surged in power and came crashing down on Kong Yang.
Kong Yang froze. Only now did he finally understand: his opponent had only ever wanted to escape. They had driven him again and again, pushing themselves toward the abyss.
"I can get you out of here! Spare my life!"
Never had Kong