In Filthy Mire's hand, a bean-sized flame flickered, giving off lingering light. Its faint glow illuminated only the space around him, yet silently devoured every incoming attack.
A defense forged against the destruction of the Entropy Lineage, blending the transformations of Ascension and Abyss, the Masterwork of mirror and rainbow, of existence and nonexistence—the Light-Devouring Goblet! "See? I'm in no hurry."
Filthy Mire raised his head. His gentle face was full of smiles, immovable as a mountain. "Now, victory seems to be on my side. You would do better to respond appropriately—"
Boom!!!
The instant the Bloodstorm rushing at him cleaved him to pieces, Filthy Mire's body burst apart like sludge, dissolved, and returned to the mud pit.
At the other end of the mud pit, a blurry figure wriggled and slowly rose, letting out a sigh. "If I were you, I'd be more concerned about yourself than your opponent. After all, your condition is already far too terrible."
Amid countless tangles of muck, bloody light slashed down, splitting the gathering mud pit down the middle again and again. Yet it was like sinking deep into mud, impossible to break free.
Fine threads stretched out from the mire, faintly visible as they constantly slithered about, trying to entangle Ji Jue. Gravity kept shifting, dragging him toward a deeper fall.
Under the corrosion of the curses, Ji Jue remained expressionless. Pan Ying howled and slashed down savagely.
Very soon, he sensed it: Pan Ying's bloody radiance had weakened by an imperceptible fraction. Then another fraction, and another, and another... as though it had been suppressed, gradually becoming unable to exert its power.
A sighing voice sounded from afar.
"Though the Ye Clan's orthodox Nine Forms fell beneath the vortex and became impossible to trace, when old Patriarch Ye Zhun sought aid