A flicker of pain crossed Ming Yuan's eyes, only to be swallowed an instant later by even fiercer fury.
He had come to deal with Extreme Yin, a mere ant at the Mahayana stage, and had thought success would be as easy as reaching out his hand.
Never had he expected Ying Wu to suddenly barge into the fray.
Now, Extreme Yin remained completely unscathed, while he had already lost an arm!
"Ying Wu, I will seize your soul and imprison it at the bottom of the Yin Soul Cave, where you will endure the agony of ten thousand ghosts devouring your soul for all eternity."
Every word seemed to squeeze through Ming Yuan's clenched teeth, steeped in bone-deep venom.
He recalled his banner once more, then lunged straight at Ying Wu.
After trading a head-on blow with Ming Yuan, Ying Wu seemed to have exhausted the firebird's demonic essence as well.
As he was hurled backward, Lava detached from his body of its own accord and returned to the spirit beast pouch.
A silver talisman abruptly appeared in Ying Wu's hand.
The talisman shattered, and silver light blazed.
In the blink of an eye, Ying Wu vanished into the silver light.
When he reappeared, he was already ten thousand li to the west.
He looked extraordinarily weak, seemingly struggling even to remain airborne.
"Extreme Yin, save me!"
No sooner had he spoken than a blood-red tentacle shot up from below, wrapped tightly around him, and swiftly retracted, dragging him into a boundless sea of blood.
The reek of blood rose from its surface, and bloody waves surged sky-high.
Ming Yuan appeared above the sea of blood.
"The Blood Sea Seal again! Extreme Yin, I will... rip out your soul as well and imprison you in eternal torment!"
As Ming