Fierce Battle 2

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The Black Hole vortex trembled beneath the furious cleaving of the long halberd. Cracks covered its surface, and it was nearly split apart.

"Hold it!" Wei Yang continuously poured Dou Qi from both palms into it, desperately maintaining the Black Hole's form.

The pressure was indeed immense, but he could barely withstand it.

Every strike of the halberd was ferocious. Fortunately, the Black Hole vortex could weaken the force somewhat. Of the full force of each blow, only around half truly made it through the Black Hole vortex to Wei Yang's palms.

It was fortunate that the Black Hole was resisting it. Otherwise, Wei Yang would not have been able to endure such relentless attacks.

Still, being continuously bombarded like this was truly unpleasant.

At this moment, Wei Yang had been beaten by the Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame until he had no temper left at all.

As he staggered backward, each step caused even the void beneath his feet to show faint signs of cracking.

As far as he could remember, this seemed to be the first time since he had made his name that someone had suppressed him so thoroughly.

He had thought that person would be Soul Heavenly Emperor. He had never expected it to be the Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame.

Hmph.

Suddenly, he let out a muffled groan. Sweetness rose in his throat, and a thin streak of blood seeped from the corner of his lips.

His throat bobbed as he forcibly suppressed the surging blood in his chest. With both palms braced against the two crack-covered Black Holes, Wei Yang shouted, "Are you six dead or something? Can you put some strength into it? Damn it, he's standing there and letting you hit him, yet you still can't break his defense? If I