You Still Lost
Bi Fan pressed his lips together and said nothing. He had no mind to talk to this man now.
Seeing him stay silent, Ye Daocheng showed no anger. He simply withdrew his arm with a cold look, then held it out toward the distant void, guiding that blazing sun to crash viciously into the thin, cicada-wing-like circular seal.
At once, a deep, muffled impact rang across the area. The dark circular seal seemed to disperse the fierce, powerful shockwaves each time they rippled through it, but even so, it could not withstand his repeated, relentless attacks.
Bang! Bang!
With each dull impact, the circular seal grew dimmer. Its once-mysterious, pitch-black surface had faded to a pale grayish black.
As the seal faded, Bi Fan, protected behind it, seemed to feel the impact as well. A thin trickle of blood slowly seeped from the corner of his mouth.
Bi Fan swallowed the blood rising bitterly in his throat, his heart growing more anxious. He needed only a few more breaths to complete his breakthrough! Hold on!
He urged himself on. From his nearly dried-up Sea of Soul, he forcibly squeezed out wisps of power and sent them surging toward the circular seal. He poured out every last bit of strength, and the seal seemed to brighten ever so slightly.
Ye Daocheng's expression shifted. He sensed the seal's aura growing stronger again. That was not good news.
He lowered his voice. "Looks like you're forcing me to use this move."
He immediately closed his eyes. As his technique circulated, a trace of black power began to mingle with the fiery red sun.
The sun's vicious, bloody aura now carried a hint of murky evil. Its fiery red body turned black and red, as though tainted by some wicked force,