Did this count as falling short at the last hurdle?
Yin Kuang laughed bitterly inwardly.
But he immediately cast aside every distracting thought, including his hatred for Li Shuangmu and his confusion over Lu Xialeng's appearance.
No matter how difficult it was, he was determined to obtain the Ruyi Jingu Bang!
He turned and charged at Sun Wukong. His body remained tightly coiled around the As-You-Will Staff.
ROAR!
He opened his mouth and let out an angry roar, spraying out a beam of multicolored flame condensed from his last vestige of Ancestral Dragon Soul Power, straight at the enormous Sun Wukong.
The multicolored purple dragon also lost its color without the support of Ancestral Dragon Soul Power, reverting to its original purple.
Sun Wukong suddenly felt the power within the As-You-Will Staff sharply diminish. Seeing the multicolored divine dragon revert to a purple divine dragon, he assumed Yin Kuang's magical power had been exhausted. He immediately spun the As-You-Will Staff even harder.
He paid no attention to the multicolored beam of flame Yin Kuang had spewed out. He had been born from an immortal stone and forged into an indestructible body of refined steel—why would he fear flames?
Screech, screech, screech—
Dragged by the suddenly intensified centrifugal force, Yin Kuang's body, wrapped around the As-You-Will Staff, slid outward. His sharp dragon claws scraped against the staff with an ear-piercing screech, scattering sparks in every direction.
Just as Yin Kuang was about to be flung away, the multicolored flames struck Sun Wukong, making him cry out strangely in pain. Ancestral Dragon Soul Power was an energy that even someone like Youming feared—could Sun Wukong really be more resistant to fire than him? The intense pain made him loosen both hands, and Yin Kuang flew away with the As-You-Will Staff coiled around