Despair gradually engulfed Qin Pain's consciousness.
Even if she wanted to surrender now, Li Yun would not spare her.
Before, they had at least been evenly matched.
But now, the advantage had once again favored Li Yun.
She had completely run out of chances.
"Holy Lord, have mercy and grant me more blessings!"
Qin struggled to raise her head, trying to make her gaze pierce through layer upon layer of reality's veil and look toward the one-eyed Demon God seated upon a throne of flesh and blood in the illusory void.
Yet the gaze cast down upon her was still rapidly dwindling.
The blessings were about to end, and her defeat was already certain!
But just then, Qin suddenly noticed a figure at the edge of her vision.
The psychic tendrils constantly spreading around her sharply brushed against something familiar.
"That is..." Qin's pupils shifted, and a look of confusion instantly appeared on her face.
As her senses confirmed it, that confusion swiftly turned into delight.
"That's my yang body?"
In midair, Sun Ying shifted her gaze away from the demon body before her and looked down at the Demon Battle Platform, her expression conflicted.
She had no idea whether what she was doing now was the right choice.
The only thing she could be sure of was that doing this should fit Li Yun's expectations.
Otherwise, he would not have tossed the stomach pouch into her arms at the very instant he vanished.
Based on the limited information available, Sun Ying made a reasonable guess.
Of the two demons fighting on the Demon Battle Platform, at least one of them should react to the demon body in her hands.
As for who would react?
And what would happen to Sun Ying after that reaction?
What Li Yun's true goal