Primordial Salted Fish: Starting from Refusing to Join the Demon Clan

He knew that he was no match for Yang Mei in a head-on confrontation, especially since the other party had occupied the "home ground" of consciousness and had been planning this for a long time.

The speed at which his consciousness was being eroded was accelerating. Kunpeng felt his mind was being succumbed inch by inch, as if he would be completely reduced to Yangmei's puppet at any moment.

At this critical moment, a fierce and cunning glint suddenly flashed in Kunpeng's eyes!

"Since you want me to die, then we'll die together!"

He abandoned the hard resistance of part of his primordial spirit area, and suddenly contracted and condensed most of his mind and magic power, transforming it into a condensed Northern Darkness Cold Soul Divine Light.

This divine light did not attack Yang Mei's consciousness, but instead fiercely impacted the willow branch that carried Yang Mei's consciousness!

"Snap!"

A faint yet distinct cracking sound rang out.

Although willow branches are extraordinary objects, they are ultimately just a support, not the very thing that makes one proud.

Kunpeng's all-out attack, which incorporated all his life's learning, had a clear objective—to destroy this "container"!

He was betting that Yang Mei's consciousness was currently using most of its power to erode himself, which would inevitably weaken the protection of this "place of refuge"!

At the same time, he frantically activated the speed law he had comprehended, his figure transforming into a stream of light that almost transcended the boundaries of time and space, fleeing headlong towards the North Sea!

That was his old lair, where he had operated for countless eons, and was heavily fortified with numerous restrictions; it was his last stronghold. The chaotic aura of the Great Calamity, ironically, became the best cover for his escape.

"You beast! How dare you!"

A roar of extreme anger and shock came from the willow branches.

Kunpeng's desperate counterattack and decisive act of destroying its "container" were completely unexpected.

The willow branch was instantly covered in cracks under the cold divine light of Kunpeng, and Yangmei's consciousness was violently shaken, instantly interrupting the erosion of Kunpeng's consciousness.

He watched helplessly as the Kunpeng transformed into a streak of light, instantly escaping billions of miles away and merging into the chaotic and malevolent energy of the calamity.

"Hmph! Escape? Under the great calamity, where can you escape to?"

Yang Mei's consciousness emitted a venomous curse from the nearly broken willow branch.

"You have destroyed my home and obstructed my path, Kunpeng! You are doomed! Once I find a new vessel, I will annihilate you, body and soul, so that you may never be reborn!"

With his plans abruptly interrupted and his home destroyed, Yang Mei must immediately find a new vessel.

Otherwise, under the onslaught of this immense calamity's malevolent energy, his consciousness would be difficult to maintain for long.

His killing intent toward Kunpeng was already overwhelming.

Meanwhile, the Kunpeng, fleeing for its life, was in equally dire straits.

His primordial spirit was severely injured. The backlash from the willow branch and the cutting force of space had weakened his aura, and golden divine blood kept spilling from the corner of his mouth. But there was no relief of surviving a calamity in his eyes, only endless coldness and lingering fear.

"That old devil Yang Mei... this is an irreconcilable feud!"

Kunpeng gritted his teeth and pushed his speed to the limit.

He knew that Yang Mei would never give up easily. The Great Tribulation was not only a crisis, but also an arena for him to fight this Chaos Demon God to the death.

"We must attain the Primordial Dao as soon as possible! Otherwise... next time..."

He dared not think any further. Returning to Beiming, healing his wounds, devising plans, and seeking a way out of the predicament became his only path to survival.

The primordial waters became even more turbid and dangerous due to Yang Mei's forceful intervention.

The Kunpeng, transformed into a streak of light, tore through layers of tribulation clouds, and the familiar chilling aura of the Northern Sea was already in sight.

However, just as he was about to escape into the shores of the North Sea, the void behind him suddenly collapsed, and a pale giant hand condensed from pure spatial laws traversed billions of miles of space and time, grabbing down at his head!

"Leave it for me!"

The raised eyebrows' voice no longer came from the willow branches, but resonated directly in the collapsing void.

Although the willow branch was destroyed, the Chaos Demon God instantly entrusted his consciousness to a spatial rift.

Although it has no physical form, it can directly manipulate the spatial laws that roam freely in the primordial world!

Wherever the giant hand passed, time seemed to stand still. Kunpeng felt as if the space around him was completely locked, and his proud speed law was like being trapped in a quagmire. Every step he took consumed a huge amount of magic power.

"Old devil, are you truly determined to fight me to the death!"

With a fierce roar, Kunpeng unleashed the Northern Darkness Profound Art to its limit, causing its body to surge with dark light, transforming into a Kunpeng true form that blotted out the sky.

With a flap of its wings, the Yin and Yang energies circulated, tearing a gap in the spatial blockade, and its massive body slipped out like a fish.

"boom!"

The pale giant hand grasped at empty air, but it caused the vast sea below to collapse, with seawater pouring into the void rift and forming a terrifying vortex that stretched across the sky and sea.

"A fight to the death? You dare to challenge me?"

With a raised eyebrow and a cold smile, thousands of silver-white threads suddenly shot out from the spatial rift. Each thread was a spatial blade refined to the extreme, cutting even the tribulation energy into fragments wherever it passed.

These threads did not blindly pursue, but rather intertwined in the void to form a vast, all-encompassing net that descended upon the Kunpeng.

The Kunpeng's true form flapped its wings, and the Northern Darkness Cold Soul Divine Light surged out like a tide, colliding fiercely with the spatial net.

With a hissing sound, the cold light and silver threads annihilated each other, bursting out with dazzling brilliance.

However, Yang Mei's attacks were relentless, and the spatial net tightened more and more. Countless fine wounds appeared on Kunpeng's enormous true body, and golden divine blood spilled down, dyeing the sea below a golden-red color.

"This can't go on..."

Kunpeng was anxious. The Northern Darkness Dojo was almost within reach, but that final ten thousand miles seemed like an insurmountable chasm.

Although Yang Mei has no physical form, he was able to directly manipulate the origin of the primordial space by taking advantage of the chaotic heavenly secrets of the Great Calamity. The strangeness of his methods far exceeded his previous expectations.

"Since we can't escape, then let's fight!"

A fierce glint flashed in Kunpeng's eyes. He abruptly stopped, and Kunpeng's true form roared to the sky, the sound waves reverberating through the heavens.

He opened his enormous mouth, and a response suddenly came from the depths of the Northern Sea—it was a backup plan he had laid out over countless eons!

"Northern Darkness Mystic Fiend, rise!"

In an instant, the entire Northern Sea was in an uproar.

Deep in the ocean, 129,600 Xuan Sha arrays lit up simultaneously. These arrays, guided by the life essence of Kunpeng, connected with the Northern Sea veins, forming an unparalleled and ferocious array that covered an area of ​​hundreds of millions of miles.

The day the formation is completed, even a quasi-saint at the peak of his level will be eroded by the Xuan Sha and turned into pus and blood if he falls into it!

"That's interesting."

Yang Mei's voice held a hint of surprise, which quickly turned into disdain. "A mere formation, you think it can stop me?"

Within the spatial rift, the pale giant hand condensed once more, this time even more solid, with a chaotic vortex appearing in its palm, seemingly capable of devouring everything.

The giant hand plunged into the Xuan Sha Formation, and wherever it passed, the Xuan Sha Qi was absorbed and annihilated by the spatial vortex!

"Damn it!"

Kunpeng's pupils suddenly contracted.

He underestimated Yang Mei's control over the laws of space. This old devil was able to directly transfer Xuan Sha attacks with the power of space, greatly diminishing the effectiveness of his trump card.