"Power of the Sun!" he shouted, trying to use the sun's flames to burn away the poison's power, but it was utterly useless.
Instead, the more power he wielded, the faster his origin and soul dimmed!
Xiang Zimo hurriedly stopped circulating his power and looked at Jing Xing warily. "Despicable!"
The place where Jing Xing stood was dyed blackish-purple. He resembled a Demon King, his black hair fluttering, his face brimming with confidence.
He walked toward Xiang Zimo step by step. Everywhere he passed, all things withered.
Xiang Zimo did not dare approach and retreated again and again. Yet before long, he began coughing up blood repeatedly, his face darkening and his eyes turning dim.
"You are not qualified to make me attack."
Jing Xing did not strike Xiang Zimo. He merely passed by his side.
Xiang Zimo collapsed onto the ground, his origin and soul growing increasingly dim.
He circulated his power, trying to seal the poison within his body. But the moment he used his power, the poison spread even faster.
He had already fallen into a dead end!
"How could this be?"
Xiang Zimo's eyes widened, filled with extreme unwillingness. He had only just recovered, yet he had fallen into desperate straits again so quickly?
His opponent had not even touched him directly, yet had nearly claimed his life without him noticing!
Xiang Zimo hurriedly opened his Purple Mansion Grotto-Heaven, hoping to find some treasure that could preserve a sliver of his origin and soul.
As long as he retained a single thread, he could survive.
But when he opened it, he discovered that the Purple Mansion Grotto-Heaven was completely empty. Everything had been stolen.
Xiang Zimo suddenly recalled the moment Jing Xing had passed by him. Could it have happened then?
Xiang Zimo was so furious