I'll try again... If it doesn't work, I can only admit defeat.
Zilang Saint Son gritted his teeth, thinking to himself.
Losing to Emperor Xi's disciple wouldn't be shameful. After all, a Daoist of the West Emperor Divine Mansion held a higher status than him.
However, just as he prepared to try again, strands of black mist suddenly coiled around him. His face instantly turned a deathly black, and his aura plummeted.
In a moment, his dark hair turned white.
His Life Palace began to crumble.
His True Destiny felt as if it were being crushed by colossal hands, struggling to breathe.
"I... I concede..."
Witnessing this, Zilang Saint Son was terrified, his composure shattered. He tried to send a voice transmission to Xu Xing, intending to concede immediately.
But who would have thought that as he uttered the first word, the curse power afflicting him suddenly intensified.
His eyes instantly dimmed, losing all light.
The skin on his body cracked and split, inch by inch.
