Seeing this, how could the Ancestor Asura, who had taken the bait in hopes of grasping a thread of life, let this opportunity slip by? His terrifying demonic body, with nine heads and a thousand eyes, instantly blazed with renewed brilliance. Flames roared across his entire body, and the hollow, feeble feeling vanished, replaced by an abnormal, overwhelming strength.
In that instant, he activated a secret art, releasing the power of his half-divine, half-demonic body. In exchange for his remaining lifespan rapidly draining away and his body gradually disintegrating, he reclaimed the peak of his strength.
Succeed, or die trying!
Either die today, or live from this day onward!
A dark red, almost black blur flashed past. The Ancestor Asura was already close behind Yellow Springs, plunging into the vortex conjured by the Origin of Life and Death.
Meng Qi did the same. He disregarded the possibility that the Yellow Springs Skeleton might be damaged and squeezed every last remnant of power from each bone. Dense, heavy blood-yellow mist coiled around him as he swept across the sky in a demonic god's guise and stepped into the strange vortex, where colorless had turned to black and white.
It was an external object to him, anyway!
Behind him, red light pierced the sky. Just before the vortex contracted and the Origin vanished, Blood Kill Daoist managed to plunge inside.
With the Ancestor Asura and Meng Qi—two "tall men"—taking the lead, he had lost relatively little strength to the Pure Land and still retained a certain level of power. He had no need to use divine arts or secret techniques to ravage his own flesh and demonic body.
The strange vortex was both cold and warm. Meng Qi felt as though he were piercing through chaotic time and space. The surroundings would