But the instant he saw Zhu Jiuyin's demon body after its possession, a heaven-shaking battle intent still erupted from Pan Xionghui's soul form.
"Zhu... Jiuyin!"
Pan Xionghui's lips moved.
That faint voice crossed the ages and rang once more through the secret realm.
"Pan Xionghui."
Zhu Jiuyin stood with his hands behind his back.
His dark-red vertical pupils watched the soul form before him, his expression as calm as ever.
"After the passage of countless ages, all that remains of you is this wisp of remnant soul and a single thread of battle intent. Today, do you still intend to stop me?"
Pan Xionghui did not answer.
He merely slowly raised a hand and clenched his fingers into a fist.
Within the blood-colored pillar of light, the last vestiges of battle intent upon the shattered battle platform rapidly gathered.
A colossal figure that seemed to hold up heaven and earth emerged above the Blood-colored Abyss.
Though its form was illusory,
the aura around it was several times more powerful than when the shattered battle platform had manifested earlier.
Zhu Jiuyin's dark-red vertical pupils narrowed slightly.
A massive shadow, neither dragon nor serpent, appeared behind him as well.
The phantom of a dragon-bodied, human-faced creature coiled and twisted, shrouding most of the Blood-colored Abyss.
Just as it had countless ages ago.
The two colossal figures faced each other across the void once more.
"Even if there is only this one punch, it is enough!"
Pan Xionghui's voice rang out again.
As his words fell,
the phantom of Pan Xionghui behind Pan Yue broke free from his body and merged into the blood-colored pillar of light.
Pan Yue fell from midair.
Yet there was not the slightest trace of disappointment on his face.
He only raised his head to gaze at the