The vortex stirred the aura of heaven and earth into resonance. Drawing on the power of heaven and earth, Du Xiang whipped up a freezing hurricane and swept his spear, engulfing Mu Bai and dragging him into its swirling depths.
Mu Bai sank his breath and shouted, resisting the freezing hurricane as it tore fiercely at his body, but he could hardly contend with the power of heaven and earth. Before he could hold out for long, his body was swept up, spinning rapidly with the hurricane's vortex. Ice and frost sliced like blades, shredding all the Demonic Qi around him.
"Hahaha, I'll churn you into mincemeat and take you back to the tribe to feed the dogs! Hahaha..."
Du Xiang tossed aside his loose, disheveled hair, his spirits soaring. His gaunt old face relaxed, and wild joy and contempt showed in his eyes.
"Everyone in your Haibei Tribe deserved to die! Even if one little shrimp slipped through the net, don't dream of stirring up great waves! Hahaha, you all deserved to die! You all must die..."
The sharp sword that had hung over his heart for so many years had finally been broken. Beside himself with joy, Du Xiang raised his arms and laughed, truly looking as though he might go mad with delight. The other members of the Eastern Nether Great Tribe also breathed sighs of relief, marveling that heaven had not forsaken their tribe.
"Is that so? It seems you still haven't tasted despair."
Mu Bai stepped out of the Void Beast's self-contained world, and the figure spinning within the freezing hurricane shattered along with his emergence.
"You! Why won't you die...?"
Seeing Mu Bai standing before him without a scratch, Du Xiang went from joy to grief in an instant and burst into anguished sobs.