"Hoho. Look at you struggling so much. Like a little word grasping at straws. You should admit defeat already!" The old man gloated.
"Like hell, you dumb son of a bitch. If anyone's dying here, it's you, you sick bastard!"
Wooyun's voice was hoarse, but the venom in it rang clear. His fingers curled tight, lightning crackling along his forearms like veins of silver fire. His chest burned with each breath, and he could feel the Boundless Demon Technique pushing his body beyond its limits. If he didn't end it now, he would collapse.
"Severance Spiral…" he whispered, calling forth the technique that could cut through even the most insidious energies.
The air warped around him as he twisted his qi into a spiral, forcing it to condense into a razor-sharp vortex that pulsed with killing intent. Lightning burst from his hands in jagged arcs, swirling into the dark spiral until it hissed and spun like a storm ready to tear everything apart.
