Ai had 1.68 million HP in Demon Form, and The Left Hand of the Flame God had just taken at least 700,000 HP from him.
He had not died yet, but he was close.
The flames had left severe injuries on his body.
Without a way to recover, he had basically lost his ability to fight.
Ai panted heavily as the Power of Retribution across his body continuously extinguished the Heart Fire. "Heh... cough, cough... Are you really not a King-level unit?"
Powerful attack.
Powerful defense.
High HP.
The ability to resist corrosion.
Powerful without a single weakness.
And you still said you were not a King-level unit.
Chen Yi had no habit of answering an enemy's doubts.
But Chen Yi himself felt that
he was still quite a ways off from a King-level unit.
His HP, Mana, and Soul Strength had yet to reach their limits.
Not to mention how far King-level units had tempered themselves, the power bestowed by fortune alone was anything but ordinary.
One could see a thing or two from the blessings on the Old Emperor of Overlord World.
A true king should have been much stronger than Chen Yi was now.
Only upon reaching that level would one qualify to slay an eighth-rank opponent against the odds.
Chen Yi casually waved his hand, and one Magic Array after another formed behind him.
At that moment, a cold voice rang out.
"Stop! Otherwise, I'll kill it!"
The Ice Throne, which could restrict Chen Yi despite his resistance to corrosion, would naturally affect the Fire Dragon as well.
Wrapped in ice and snow, the Fire Dragon moved as though in slow motion, every movement exceptionally strenuous.
Three enormous ice-blue holy swords had already surrounded the Fire Dragon.
Faced with Leng Lan's threat, Chen Yi's movements did