"Heh heh, little one, you can't escape. It'd be better if you didn't resist," Morin said with a smile as he walked toward the Sun and Moon Immortal Spirit.
"WHINE!" The Sun and Moon Immortal Spirit glared furiously at Morin. 'It was this greedy human who reduced me to this state.'
Morin sneered. With a flash, he snatched the Sun and Moon Immortal Spirit into his hand. But before he could tighten his grip, a strange Primordial Power—both icy cold and scorching hot—blasted his hand away. The Sun and Moon Immortal Spirit leaped and escaped. However, its already faint aura grew even weaker, its body flickering in and out of existence, looking as if it might disappear at any moment.
A flicker of surprise crossed Morin's eyes. He was a Martial King, yet he had let a tiny droplet escape from his hands twice using the very same method.
'Truly extraordinary.' With that thought, Morin charged toward the Sun and Moon Immortal Spirit once again.
