Within the qi of green, as if embodying the primal chaos.
Song Yin swung his hands, tearing open a cluster of green qi. His body rolled and dove through a hole he created, and as he moved, white fire spread, scorching away the dense green qi, revealing a large void around him.
Crack.
Song Yin turned his head just as Lord Yang's human form suddenly emerged behind him. A hand reached toward his lower back with fingers of fire, thunder, storm, and wind, all dispersing into green qi. The fingers pierced through his clothes at the small of his back, embedding slightly into his flesh but unable to penetrate the skin.
Song Yin twisted his waist and flung his arm, lightning-fast, to grab Lord Yang's head, immediately producing a ball of white fire that burned him to ash.
However, within the green qi, Lord Yang's figure quickly reappeared, his complexion darkening as he said,
"I admit defeat, what do you want to let me go?"
"Impossible."
