"Damn it!"
Qi Yang's expression was grim.
He was heavily injured, his Magical Power nearly spent, and he was being relentlessly attacked by these tireless Human Puppets.
He had also lost an arm and was bleeding profusely. If this continued, he would eventually be worn down and killed by the very Human Puppets he had created.
"Get lost!"
After a moment of thought, Qi Yang made a decisive choice. He used his Power of Origin, even though doing so would cause his Realm to drop.
Under normal circumstances, Cultivators were unwilling to expend their Origin.
But he had no choice now. His Magical Power had already been completely drained in the previous battle.
"BOOM!"
As Qi Yang activated his Origin, the black alms bowl erupted in a brilliant light.
It sent the two Human Puppets flying back, crashing into the cliff face.
"WHOOSH!"
Qi Yang, for his part, channeled his Power of Origin, grabbing the edge of the alms bowl with his remaining good hand and letting it carry him away.
