The battle within the hall lasted a full three days.
The black-robed man was already covered in wounds, his body riddled with burn marks. Fortunately, he had long since been transformed into a puppet body by the Supreme, allowing him to preserve himself amid Zhou Tong's terrifying flames.
But Zhou Tong was not in much better condition either. After all, his opponent was an existence on the level of the Holy City's master, while Zhou Tong had abandoned all external aids and fought using only his own methods. Even with the regenerative power of his Phoenix body, he had now fallen into a disadvantage.
"You're going to lose... What a pity. You're still not the most monstrous Dao Lord; you fell just short!" The Cave Mansion Spirit watching coldly from the sidelines secretly shook his head. "Still, the Natal Dao Talisman's existence should be enough to keep you alive. Return after achieving the Dao Merge, and perhaps there will still be a sliver of hope."
"Kill!!" The black-robed man let out a heart-rending roar before finally cleaving most of Zhou Tong's body apart with a single slash.
"Haha, brat, you truly are formidable, but I won in the end!!" the black-robed man roared.
"Yes, you won. But this battle is about over as well. It's time to let you see my strongest technique!" Zhou Tong's gaze turned cold. He reached out and seized his opponent as the blazing flames within his body began to gather madly—
"Boom!"
Life Fire, Flame of Destruction, Explosive Fire, Sky Burning Flame, Heart Fire... all kinds of flames frantically converged upon Zhou Tong's heart, then fused together through a profound method.
"Not good, you... you're self-destructing!?" The black-robed man was instantly terrified. This opponent was actually willing to die just to take him down?
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