The Dust Settles, Defeat Is Certain

"No—!!!"

Kunpeng let out a desperate howl.

He had been only one step away from escaping. Forced back into the formation domain, Kunpeng staggered backward. A massive wound across his waist and abdomen continuously poured out black origin blood, his shoulder blade had been pierced by the Sun-Moon Divine Arrows, and crisscrossing cracks covered his body.

The power gained from burning his origin was nearly exhausted, and the devouring black mist around him had thinned until it was almost transparent.

The Chaos origin within him was on the verge of being completely burned away.

His Demon God body began to tremble unstably as fine cracks continuously spread from every part of it. It was a sign that his origin had run dry and his Dao body was about to collapse.

Xing Tian held the Xingtian Axe and slowly stepped forward. His gilded Ancestral Witch True Body floated in midair, its gaze locked firmly onto the severely wounded and dying Kunpeng. Chi You, Kuafu, Jiu Feng, Xiangliu, and Hou Yi also closed in their formation positions. The six Ancestral Witch True Bodies surrounded Kunpeng in the very center of the formation domain, leaving him not the slightest opening to break through.

Kunpeng's Demon God body, millions of zhang tall, swayed slightly. He lowered his head to look at the wounds covering his body, at the origin continuously draining away, then at the six Ancestral Witches surrounding him. The madness in his eyes slowly faded, replaced by endless unwillingness and resentment.

"I roamed Chaos for countless ages... upheld the Demon Clan's great cause... and in the end, this is the fate I have come to."

Kunpeng's voice was hoarse and low, filled with deep exhaustion.

"Just because I plotted against Tianming, just because I wanted to change the structure of the Primordial