In a secret location in the North Sea, Kunpeng fled there, to his true lair, unknown to anyone.
In human form, he fell into that cave dwelling.
The Primordial Demonic Qi was being extracted from his flesh and blood, without the supply of souls, it was no longer under his control.
Kunpeng's body was almost falling apart, bathed in blood; the damage he had sustained was too severe this time.
To bluff Sun Wukong and the others, he had activated the Primordial Demonic Qi, which cost at least one-third of his amassed souls.
If the fight continued, the souls he had collected would soon be completely depleted.
"No, the Three Realms are not yet in enough chaos, and I haven't collected enough souls. Once my injuries heal, I will definitely plunge the Three Realms into utter turmoil."
A cold light flickered in Kunpeng's eyes.
To refine the Primordial Demonic Qi, he needed an endless supply of souls; only then, it might be possible to fully refine it.
He needed more souls.
