He panted heavily, his fingers already split open, blood dripping from his fingertips. His eyes were bloodshot. "The antidote. There has to be an antidote!" As he spoke, he leaped down.
Ming Yan lay in the distance with her eyes closed, tears streaming down her face. "I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry."
Outside the courtyard, Bei Hong had people evacuate the residents of Shanhai City. Lava kept spewing from cracks in the ground, and the sky was blanketed in smoke.
Underground, Lu Yin spotted the battered Wushang, grabbed him, and rushed toward the surface.
Suddenly, Wushang opened his eyes and broke free of Lu Yin, darting into the distance. His terrifying body, transformed by Green Pupil Transformation and Corpse King Transformation, was fully revealed. Anyone else subjected to Lu Yin's attacks would have been either dead or gravely wounded, but thanks to Corpse King Transformation, Wushang fled as if nothing had happened.
Lu Yin clenched his right fist, his eyes blazing. "White—Night—Fist!"
The sky turned dark. As black and white alternated, Wushang was pierced through by a single punch. At the same time, a howling gale swept across all of Qiongzhou, stunning countless people.
White Night Fist was a battle technique Lu Yin had obtained from the White Night Clan's Inheritance Stone. He had not used it in a long time. The White Night Clan's techniques all involved Essence, Qi, and Spirit; the stronger one's Essence, Qi, and Spirit, the greater the power of the techniques.
Lu Yin had no idea how strong his Essence, Qi, and Spirit were now. After absorbing that ball of light, he estimated that they might be no weaker than those of the Ten Arbiters. This punch, thrown to vent his feelings, unleashed its full power. It pierced straight through Wushang, and its shockwave was