The Battle Ends!

Each transformation represented an entirely new mode of attack.

Both Qin Yan and Su Liuli had to adjust their tactics and adapt all over again.

Their clothes had long since been soaked through with sweat and blood.

The webbing between Qin Yan's fingers split open several times as he gripped his spear, only to heal rapidly under the nourishment of the Blood Dao Essence;

The wound on Su Liuli's shoulder repeatedly tore open, staining her crimson robe a deep red.

Yet the light in their eyes only grew brighter.

Because they could clearly feel it—

The Dark Mass's aura was weakening at a visible rate!

Its attacks were no longer as frenzied and unstoppable as they had been at the start. Its defenses were no longer as impregnable as a giant bell. Its transformations were becoming less frequent, and its energy recovered more slowly...

As one side waned, the other waxed.

The scales of victory were tipping.

No one knew how much time had passed—perhaps a day, perhaps several.

When Qin Yan once again used the Blood Spear to shatter a small demonic claw that the Dark Mass had barely managed to form, and Su Liuli seized the chance to lash apart the core black mist it was trying to gather again—

That Dark Mass, once so ferocious and terrifying, had finally weakened to its limit!

It hovered in the distant sky, its size reduced severalfold until only a millstone-sized clump remained. Its black mist was as thin as faint smoke, flickering erratically.

Tiny black motes constantly drifted from the edges of the black mist before vanishing into nothingness.

Qin Yan moved, and the Blood River beneath his feet carried him through the air to Su Liuli's side.

The two exchanged a glance across the void. No words were needed.