It wasn't until the Chiwu Worm fled that the three of them stared themselves nearly blind, still unable to make sense of what kind of upheaval had caused the devastation before them.
"Pan Feng, Pan Feng, you've gotten me killed! You've gotten me killed..."
Suddenly, Zhu Neng swung his palm at Pan Feng.
Pan Feng was already so furious he was nearly out of his mind. The blow ignited all his rage, and he swept out a hand, sending a ball of light shooting straight at Zhu Neng.
At once, the two fell into a fierce fight. Light flashed in every direction as the earth shook and mountains trembled.
Ma Wei fled into the distance without a word, quietly watching them fight.
Their cultivation levels were evenly matched. They fought for a full hundred breaths without a victor, while both began to show signs of their Mana Yuan running dry. Gradually, their fury ebbed, and they stopped of their own accord.
Xu Yi, watching from a distant mountaintop, was sorely disappointed. He muttered, "Why couldn't one or two of them just beat each other to death?"
"You're a piece of work. If you'd handled it yourself, wouldn't this show have ended much sooner?"
Huang Mei scoffed, then spat out a black ball.
The ball was made up of the Yin soldiers and wandering souls he had devoured earlier. At Xu Yi's instruction, he had only swallowed them without digesting them, leaving this thing behind.
Xu Yi took the black ball. "If I were only thinking of myself, I'd kill these three dogs without a second thought. But we were entrusted with a job, and we ought to do it for the person who asked. Let's not make more trouble for them than we have to."
As he spoke, Xu Yi