"No more, no more! These old bones of mine can't take this kind of punishment."
As True Yan King spoke, the aura of his burning divine power began to subside. The dark-gold staff in his hand lowered as well. He clearly intended to stop.
Yet at the instant he relaxed, believing the spar was over-Buzz!
A formless, intangible strand of Void Divine Power, more concentrated than any of the previous attacks, ignored the distance between them like a phantom and instantly invaded True Yan King's sea of consciousness!
"Ugh!" True Yan King grunted and staggered. Thanks to his powerful will and Soul Defense Secret Technique, he endured the attack without suffering any injury.
But that momentary tremor of his soul and blankness of his consciousness left a trace of cold sweat on his forehead. His face filled with shock and confusion.
"Soul Annihilation King, you-" He had just begun to speak.
"Pfft!"
Black Mist King, who had been watching from the side, could no longer hold back. He covered his mouth and chuckled, making the faint black mist enveloping him ripple.
His beautiful eyes curved into crescents as he looked at True Yan King's discomfiture and teased, "Zhen Yan, how does that feel?"
"A thousand years ago, didn't someone also say we'd done enough, only to give me a blow with the Heaven-Shaking Staff right afterward?"
At those words, True Yan King's old face reddened, and he was left speechless.
Hu Yanbo also dispersed the energy around him. In a flash, he appeared before True Yan King with a mischievous smile. "Zhen Yan, one good turn deserves another. Even a thousand years isn't too late. Now we're finally even."
Looking at Hu Yanbo's smile, then glancing at the grinning Black Mist King beside him, True Yan King could only shake