At that moment, Dai Yueheng had reached his limit, too.
His Soul Power had been completely depleted. The excruciating pain and the spreading poison left him barely conscious, yet he still relied on instinct to stagger toward the Hongchen Siblings, step by step.
Xiao Hongchen forced himself to rally and released a shield, trying to hold him back.
But faced with Dai Yueheng's final strike, fueled by his burning will, the shield was torn apart like paper!
The shattered shield sent out a shockwave of energy that directly knocked out the already weakened Meng Hongchen.
Dai Yueheng's Soul Power was finally exhausted, too. His towering body swayed, on the verge of collapsing at any moment.
But, guided by instinct, he took one step after another until he stood before Xiao Hongchen, who had also run out of Soul Power.
No Soul Skills, no Soul Tools.
The fight returned to its most primitive form.
The two began throwing punches at each other, each using the last ounce of strength he had.
"Thud! Thud! Thud!"
Dull, meaty thumps rang out without pause.
In the end, Xiao Hongchen was the first to falter. Dai Yueheng landed a punch on his jaw, and he crumpled unconscious.
Through Dai Yueheng's blurred vision, he saw his opponent fall.
His taut nerves finally snapped, too. His towering body could no longer hold up and crashed to the ground, leaving him completely unconscious.
Just then, two figures appeared in the middle of the arena like ghosts.
They were Ji Jing and Xuan Zi.
Without the slightest hesitation, Ji Jing turned his hand over, and the Best Wine Cup in the Village appeared in his grasp.
He tilted his wrist, and pale green wine, rich with the breath of life, poured endlessly from the cup. Like a heavenly rain,