Kunpeng's agonized scream faded.
The murderous tribulation light that blanketed the battlefield gradually dispersed as well.
Everyone looked closely, finally making out the scene before them.
An abyss-like wound had opened across Kunpeng's immense body, a horrifying sight.
Great swathes of scarlet blood burst forth, streaming from the wound.
Meanwhile, amid the interwoven sword light, endless Solar True Fire spread, burning everything to ashes.
In an instant, everyone drew sharp breaths.
"Hiss... so that is the divine might of the Fusang Sword?"
"What terrifying power! Even Demon Master Kunpeng's body and strength cannot withstand it?"
"Di Jun and Tai Yi have truly gone berserk."
"They intend to slaughter Kunpeng, no matter the cost."
"What a pity... is this how the great Demon Master, the so-called wise man of the Primordial World, meets his end?!"
Their scalps tingled, and their hair stood on end.
Only then did everyone notice something else.
On the other side, Di Jun and Taiyi's blood qi blazed fiercely, their faces twisted into terrifying snarls.
Every move they made carried towering killing intent.
It was clear that their hatred of Kunpeng ran bone-deep.
Naturally, some Mighty Experts wore complicated expressions, deeply moved.
After all, Kunpeng was an ancient being. Calling him a contemporary of the Three Pure Ones was no exaggeration.
And now, such a supreme Mighty Expert of antiquity was about to fall, his life extinguished and his Dao destroyed.
The cruelty of the Primordial World was plain to see!
While everyone discussed and marveled at the spectacle,
back on the battlefield!
Kunpeng stared at Di Jun and Taiyi, his gaze dark.
"Damn it, damn it!"
He could not help growling in fury.
He had never expected Di Jun and Tai Yi to be so savage, inflicting such a wound right from the outset and spilling