After Bishop Whistleck returned to the space above, Chen Yi still did not attack him. While dodging, he used every possible method to drain Bishop Whistleck's magic power.
After several full minutes, Bishop Whistleck stopped.
He had only one-fifth of his magic power left.
If this continued, he might really die.
Yin-Yang Conversion consumed half of his magic power, while Bishop Whistleck used the remaining half almost entirely to restore his health.
Without enough magic power, he did not dare activate the tattoo at all.
Maintaining the tattoo required sacrificing health based on his maximum life force.
The more health it consumed, the greater the strength and speed the tattoo granted.
Without magic power, activating the tattoo was equivalent to slow suicide.
Chen Yi snapped his fingers, and ferocious wolves burned through space one after another, surrounding Bishop Whistleck.
The enormous Devouring Serpent coiled beneath Chen Yi's feet.
"Isn't it a little too late to think about leaving now?"
Bishop Whistleck sneered. "You really worked hard. You put quite a bit of thought into dealing with me, didn't you?"
Chen Yi shook his head. The other man's destructive power and combat ability had earned his recognition.
As far as spells alone were concerned, at most, Chen Yi would give him a mediocre rating.
At that moment, a figure rushed in. It was Bishop Rex, whose arms had been broken by the God of Radiance.
Bishop Rex looked grief-stricken and indignant. "You're still chatting? Aren't you afraid I'll get beaten to death?"
Bishop Whistleck spread his hands. "I'm almost there myself."
"How about we switch opponents?"
"Sure."
Something was wrong!
The flames formed from spiritual energy flickered in Chen Yi's hollow eye sockets. The two of them were far too calm.
It was not the calmness of people who ignored death.