Jia Xin descended on his immortal sword at a steady pace, trying not to cause too much disturbance. Just as he was about to pass over the two men's heads, the frail man who had just pushed himself up from the ground suddenly looked up at Jia Xin.
Jia Xin's keen perception instantly caught the circling motion of the man's right finger, and danger surged into his heart.
"Demon Devouring True Method!"
The instant darkness formed shackles around Jia Xin's body, the dark swastika character in his right palm absorbed all the darkness that had appeared from thin air into his body. Riding his immortal sword, he swept over the man's head and arrived beside Yuan Zhi.
The frail man tilted his head at Jia Xin's peculiar ability, looking immensely curious.
"What kind of ability is that?" he asked.
"Defeat me, and I'll tell you." Jia Xin returned the man's earlier words to Yuan Zhi without changing a single word.
"Haha." The frail man let his hands hang limply before him and kept laughing. This was the first time he had been mocked by a youth from a lowly world.
After Yuan Zhi restored his internal injuries, he looked at Jia Xin beside him. The former Yuan Zhi would have smashed his fist into Jia Xin's face in anger rather than let him interfere with this battle. Yet after putting on the ring, Yuan Zhi's heart had become exceptionally calm. He understood that Jia Xin had come for the "special plan" devised before they entered this place.
"This level of strength is more than enough. Hold on to this!"
Jia Xin handed Yuan Zhi a tooth containing the power of space. The two exchanged a glance. From here on, Yuan Zhi would take the lead while Jia Xin supported him