"Eastern Prince?"
Seeing the Eastern Prince appear, Zhunti's heart jolted, and he hurriedly spoke.
"Fellow Daoist Eastern Prince, please hear me out."
But the Eastern Prince's aura was in turmoil, his eyes bloodred. His reason had long since been extinguished, and only the desire to slaughter Jieyin and Zhunti kept him going.
Two enormous hands blotted out the sky and sun, abruptly reaching for Jieyin and Zhunti as a pressure infinitely close to the peak quasi-saint stage erupted.
Under that terrifying pressure, Jieyin and Zhunti felt as though they had sunk into a swamp. No matter how they struggled, they could not move.
"You ruined my Heavenly Court's grand destiny and stole my great dragon of fortune. You deserve to die!"
The Eastern Prince's almost bestial muttering rang in Jieyin's and Zhunti's ears.
The next instant, the enormous hands clenched. A series of dull cracks suddenly sounded within their bodies, which were as tough as immortal gold. In that single instant, countless bones throughout Jieyin's and Zhunti's bodies shattered.
"No!"
Jieyin and Zhunti screamed in terror.
Ever since Transformation, both of them had always proceeded with the utmost caution. When had they ever suffered such a devastating loss?
Their magical power surged wildly, battering the two enormous hands of the Eastern Prince's Dharma Body without cease. Yet they were like ants trying to shake a tree: even with every ounce of their strength, they achieved nothing.
"Senior Brother, I fear neither of us will escape death today."
Zhunti looked at Jieyin, a trace of despair flashing through his eyes.
He had always been the one scheming against others. He had never imagined that today, he and his senior brother would be played in turn.
"Such suffering. Such fate."
Jieyin likewise gave a quiet sigh.
How could Jieyin's thoughts be any