Sensing his magical power plummeting, Ming Yuan gritted his teeth and continued driving the colossal mountain of baleful energy down upon Song Wen, heedless of how little power he had left.
After repeated fierce battles and his recent use of Annihilation Yang Thunder, Song Wen's magical power had also long since bottomed out. He had reached the end of the road, his situation even worse than Ming Yuan's.
Ming Yuan was confident that even with his strength severely diminished, eliminating Song Wen would still be easy.
As though seeing through Ming Yuan's thoughts, Song Wen laughed.
"Ming Yuan, you have a Blood-Burning Secret Art. Do you think I don't?"
Surging blood mist abruptly rose from Song Wen's body. His flesh visibly withered, while his magical power rapidly recovered and climbed.
Moreover, the blood energy around Song Wen was being consumed far faster than when Ming Yuan had used his Blood-Burning Secret Art, as though Song Wen had no fear whatsoever of exhausting his blood essence.
Bang-
The colossal mountain of baleful energy struck Song Wen, smashing his body apart.
When he reappeared, he was already above the mountain, barely ten li from Ming Yuan.
His magical power had also returned to its peak.
Ming Yuan's pupils abruptly contracted. He instantly hurtled backward, putting distance between himself and Song Wen.
At the same time, the colossal mountain suddenly collapsed into billowing black mist that surged toward Ming Yuan.
He intended to fortify his defenses and retreat from this place.
Ming Yuan knew full well that his opportunity to kill Song Wen and Ying Wu had passed. There was no point in continuing this struggle. It was time to leave.
With all of Extreme Yin's bizarre methods, remaining here might instead put his own life in danger.
What was more, Ying Wu