Under the three armored corpses' tempestuous attacks, Chu Feikong and Ding Buxing gradually began to falter, staggering as they were driven back step by step.
Under round after round of frenzied attacks from the gold-armored corpse, Chu Feikong's Blood Demon fleshly body was also riddled with wounds, several savage gashes torn across him.
The deepest of them exposed bone, blood welling out like a gushing spring, making him look utterly wretched.
Ding Buxing's situation was even worse.
Under the alternating attacks of the two silver-armored corpses, his Red-Gold Shield Spirit Talisman was already more than halfway to destruction.
The other spirit talisman he had deployed earlier-the Ruyi Seal Spirit Talisman-was merely a cup of water against a blazing cartload of firewood.
The two silver-armored corpses still had him scrambling to fend them off, and his internal injuries were growing increasingly severe.
Ding Buxing shouted himself hoarse. "Brother Qing! Brother Qing! Stop pressing me so relentlessly! If you push me too far, at worst, we'll all die together!
"There are treasures aplenty in this secret realm. If you spare me, I can give you two tangible benefits right now!
"You possess the Brahma Demon-Refining Art. We have plenty of opportunities to cooperate in this secret realm! What could you possibly gain by killing me?"
"What a joke! Once I kill you, won't all of that be mine anyway?" The corners of Qing Chen's mouth lifted slightly.
In his eyes, these two were no more than ants, utterly beneath his notice.
With just the three armored corpses controlled through the sixth level of the Mysterious Yin Corpse-Refining Secret Technique, he could easily shatter the souls of two mere early- and mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators, leaving them dead without a burial place.
Just then, Ding Buxing's movements suddenly paused. Immediately afterward, he pulled