The Purple Nether Demon Lord's Origin Energy, once as vast as an ocean, was now beginning to run dry.
The rate at which it transferred Energy was becoming intermittent, sputtering and weak.
It realized it had likely fallen into the enemy's trap.
But it was too late.
Besides, even if it refused to play along, there was no escape. This was a checkmate.
It was now locked in a stalemate with Feng Wuji; neither could move.
Its only hope of escape was to wear Feng Wuji down to his death.
But now, it seemed it would be the one to perish first.
'Why?'
'Based on my own judgment, I am clearly the stronger one. I should be winning!'
'Then the only remaining possibility is... that one. Could it be... all because of that annoying little pest?!'
...
"BZZZ."
On Feng Wuji's back, Chu Sheng watched the Purple Nether Demon Lord's aura wilt significantly and flapped his wings in disdain.
'Is that... all it's got?'
Feng Wuji also sensed his opponent's weakness.
