The Black Profound King froze, coughing violently as blood streamed from his mouth!
The power of Ye Wushuang's strike wasn't just a simple physical attack. It also carried the resonance of Dao Principle Marks, which now rampaged through the King's body. His form tried to reconstruct, only to rapidly disintegrate again!
'This can't go on. If it does, I'll definitely die here.'
The Black Profound King glared at Ye Wushuang with dread, then turned, tore open the void, and vanished inside.
BOOM!
The Ancient Demon Bird shot up from the seafloor, transforming back into the Demon Prince. He clutched his chest and, with a violent retch, spat out a huge mouthful of blood.
Ye Wushuang's body returned to its normal size as he stared intently at the Demon Prince.
"You've won!"
As much as he hated to admit it, the Demon Prince had no choice. Ye Wushuang had won. He knew he stood no chance against that final burst of power.
