Neither Hu Xiaotian nor Xiong Tianba knew what was really happening. Li Yuncong was like a mute chewing bitter herbs, suffering bitterness he alone could know. To keep his dantian from bursting, he had no choice but to pour his internal power into Xiong Tianba without pause. Although the internal power in his dantian had increased rather than diminished, most of it had come from Hu Xiaotian. The portion originally belonging to him had all flowed into Xiong Tianba, including the power he had absorbed from Unenlightened and successfully converted.
What terrified Li Yuncong was that the vortex in Hu Xiaotian's dantian sea of qi was spinning faster and faster, its suction growing stronger by the moment. Less and less internal power was flowing into his own body. Li Yuncong wanted to seize this opportunity to break free of Hu Xiaotian, then suck his own internal power back out of Xiong Tianba. It was a neat little scheme, but a scheme was all it could ever be, because he could not break free of Hu Xiaotian at all. Not only was he unable to escape, even the internal power he had just absorbed was beginning to flow back into Hu Xiaotian.
Li Yuncong's terror reached its peak. He began to realize that events had taken the worst possible turn. Hu Xiaotian was reclaiming his own internal power bit by bit. Not only could Li Yuncong do nothing to stop him, he could not even recover the power that had originally been his own. He had completely lost control. His palm could no longer hold Xiong Tianba's head in place, and Xiong Tianba finally broke free, landing heavily on his backside.
Xiong Tianba sat on the ground in a daze. He had no idea what had happened. He felt his head,