Yun Ming's pupils grew an even deeper shade of crimson. The veins on his arms bulged with the effort.
Opposite him, Yun Ji furrowed his brow and gripped the talons tightly. The sharp claws sliced into his palm, but he didn't seem to feel the pain.
"I absolutely will not let you get in there and harm Shuishui at this critical moment!"
Yun Ming yanked back with all his might, shoving Yun Ji aside. Just as he was about to attack again, his strength suddenly gave out, and he collapsed to one knee.
The look in his eyes shifted, and his pupils abruptly turned pitch-black.
He lifted his head, looking at Yun Ji with a tormented expression. "Priest, quickly, kill me!"
Yun Ji frowned. He seemed to have forgotten who Kunlin was for a moment, but he quickly pieced it together. 'The dark energy must be weakening, so Yun Ming's grip on this body has slipped. The original owner has used his incredible willpower to take back control.'
