This desolate island lay several hundred li away from the site of the previous battle.
Kua Rong was not dead yet. Chen Fei needed to deal with this Demon King descendant somewhere as far from the fleet as possible.
Boom!
With a muffled thud, Chen Fei casually threw Kua Rong's body onto the ground.
Gravely wounded and on the verge of death—this was Kua Rong's current state. Yet it had to be said that the Demon King Bloodline was truly extraordinary. Without any healing medicine, Kua Rong's injuries were slowly repairing themselves.
At this rate, after lying there for a few months, Kua Rong's injuries would likely heal completely.
Had it been a martial artist, it would probably have taken several years. And if their foundation had been damaged, they might never recover their original strength in the end.
But even if Kua Rong recovered its original strength, it would be useless. Its mind had already been thoroughly shattered by Chen Fei, and its Spiritual Wisdom had long since vanished.
Chen Fei looked down at Kua Rong. The Qian Yuan Sword appeared in his hand, and in the next moment, he drove it straight into Kua Rong's back.
Chen Fei formed hand seals with both hands, and Kua Rong's vast spiritual essence began to be slowly extracted.
The immense spiritual essence gathered in Chen Fei's palm. The blood qi within his body gradually began to boil, while the Dragon Elephant Nexus unleashed a powerful suction force and devoured the spiritual essence.
Though the previous battles had not lasted long, Chen Fei had discovered that his physique was more active than ever before.
Back in the strange realm of Luotian Pavilion, Chen Fei's battle with Shen Yuanjun had been no less fierce than this one, yet his physique had not reacted