With a creak and a groan, the Netherworld Emperor heard the bones in his massive body grinding against each other. He felt them being pulled in every direction, no longer under his control. Each part of his body had become an army unto itself, unable to function as a whole. The Meng Po Law, the Yellow Springs True Water, the Evil God's authority, the Life and Death Are Impermanent true essence—he could no longer use any of them as he pleased. His lifelong cultivation was entirely in another's hands!
That hand bone really was the most unusual. It was the key to controlling the Yellow Springs Skeleton. No wonder someone had taken it... Beneath the fine layer of white fur covering his black body, the Netherworld Emperor's ribs bulged, then his collarbones caved in, then black bones pierced through his skin, dripping with yellowish blood. It was as if he had swallowed a terrifying monster that was rampaging inside him.
He and Meng Qi had been opponents of the same level. He had only held the upper hand through years of accumulated power and the Yellow Springs Skeleton. But now that his body was completely out of control, how could he stand against his enemy?
When masters clashed, victory had always hinged on the slightest difference. The right time, place, and allies could all prove decisive. With the Netherworld Emperor leaving such a glaring opening, how could Meng Qi fail to seize it?
The void swayed. Meng Qi vanished, then abruptly appeared a few feet before the Netherworld Emperor, as if he had pierced through the void. Without the slightest pause, he dragged his long saber at an angle and lightly pointed the black hand bone in his left hand at the Netherworld Emperor's brow.
The yellowish mist swirling around