The eyes behind Song Changsheng slowly opened. Yin and Yang Qi spread out, carrying a desolate, vast aura as they looked down upon Vast Sea and Rong Mingtao.
In that instant, the world before them turned to black and white. Trapped within it, their bodies were pulled in opposite directions by two invisible forces.
The forces grew, and soon, they felt as if a tremendous power was tearing at their very Divine Souls.
"ARGH—"
Vast Sea clutched his head and let out a piercing scream.
His Divine Soul was merely inhabiting this puppet body and was already unstable. Now, under the tearing strain of the Yin and Yang Qi, his Divine Soul trembled violently, threatening to be ejected at any moment.
Rong Mingtao, on the other hand, was faring much better. However, his Sea of Consciousness had been injured not long ago, so he could only struggle to endure the ravages of the Yin and Yang Qi.
