Lu Yang was not in good shape either. Such frenzied attacks had rapidly drained his spiritual power, leaving him with only half of what he had at his peak. Yet outwardly, he pretended to be brimming with spiritual power as he prepared to launch his one hundred and first attack.
Fortunately, Bain had no armor. The Dragonkin mainly cultivated their own bodies, relying on their scales to withstand enemy attacks. Only through long years of cultivation did the scales covering their bodies grow increasingly harder. But now, in a life-and-death battle, Bain suffered greatly for lacking artifact-grade armor.
"Lu Yang, stop fighting. You're almost at your limit, aren't you? I don't want us to destroy each other. Spare me and my clansmen, and name your terms," Bain growled, staring at Lu Yang.
If Bain had any other choice, he never would have done this. Deep down, he still refused to accept Lu Yang's superiority. As long as he could leave alive, he would definitely seek revenge on Lu Yang. Even if he could not kill him, he would slaughter every human to avenge today's humiliation!
Lu Yang stared at Bain, a cold sneer appearing on his face. "Do you think I'd believe you? Die. Be buried in my space along with your clansmen."
Gathering his spiritual power, he rammed into the shattered section of Bain's scales again. That spot was Bain's weakness. As long as he forced fire energy inside, Bain would be severely injured even if he did not die!
Moreover, Lu Yang was gambling. He was betting on the Dragonkin's nature. Beneath their selfish and self-serving disposition, once Bain felt the threat of death, he would flee for his life.
If Bain used the teleportation artifact the Otherworld God had given him, Lu Yang would destroy it with