Zhong Kui leaped backward, putting distance between them, then pulled a pouch-like Magic Treasure from his robes. He tossed it into the air and roared:
"Ghost-Slaying Pouch! Absorb!"
Before Du Yu could even see what was happening, he felt all the strength being drained from his body, as though Zhongli Chun were being pulled out of him.
Damn it! Du Yu cried inwardly. Little Zhongli! Hurry and hide in the Eight Directions Ghost Record! This guy's Magic Treasure seems to suck in evil ghosts specifically. It'll suck you away!
"I can't, Du Yu!" Zhongli Chun said through gritted teeth. "If I pull out now, your mortal body won't last even a moment. Your soul will scatter immediately!"
Now Du Yu truly panicked. He hadn't expected Zhong Kui to have another Magic Treasure like this up his sleeve. If the stalemate continued, it would only be a question of whose soul scattered first-his or Zhongli Chun's.
"Young friend!" the Eastern Peak Great Emperor of Mount Tai suddenly called out from the side, his face full of concern. "That's enough. I appreciate what you've done for me. Hurry and escape!"
Du Yu gritted his teeth, desperately resisting the Ghost-Slaying Pouch's suction. He didn't know whether he still had time to escape, but the thought of letting Zhong Kui have his way left a bitter taste in his mouth. Was there anyone who could help him now?
Just then, the Green Writing Brush lying quietly at Du Yu's waist suddenly began to glow and flew straight at Zhong Kui's face.
Zhong Kui had never expected his opponent to activate a Magic Treasure while completely restrained. He only just managed to dodge by tilting his head, but the tremendous resentment sliced his cheek open.
He took a closer look, another trace of puzzlement appearing