Red sand collided with black water, neither gaining the upper hand for a time.
Yet Hongyun's steadily paling face made it clear that his magical power was running out.
Just then, Kunpeng suddenly increased his output. Forced to resist, Hongyun could no longer spare a hand, much less escape.
Otherwise, his own magical power would backlash against him.
While Hongyun remained trapped, a dark figure suddenly shot out of the void. Sensing it, Hongyun grew frantic, but he could do nothing.
"Pfft!"
The sneak attack struck home in an instant, blasting Hongyun away. His magical power churned within him, clearly backlashing. He spat a jet of blood and crashed to the ground, grievously wounded.
"Whoosh! Whoosh!"
As Hongyun hit the ground, two figures landed in front of and behind him, hemming him in.
Staring at the battered, defeated Hongyun, Kunpeng sneered. "Hongyun, you have a Good Corpse, and I have an Evil Corpse. In the end, you still couldn't escape my schemes!"
Looking at the triumphant Kunpeng, the bloodless Hongyun's expression turned icy.
His mind and spirit had already been injured. Kunpeng and his Evil Corpse's pincer attack had piled injury upon injury, severely damaging his essence. Unless he restored it soon, he risked perishing.
But now, Hongyun knew escape was impossible.
The sight of Kunpeng's smug face filled him with hatred, while madness crept across his own. "Kunpeng! Don't celebrate too soon! Even if I die, I won't hand the primordial purple qi over to you!"
As he spoke, Hongyun forced the primordial purple qi out of his primordial spirit, tore open the void, and hurled it into void space.
"Stop!"
Kunpeng's expression changed drastically. He assumed his true form and beat his wings, trying to snatch the primordial purple qi back. But Hongyun gave him no chance, sealing