The Wind Demon Violent Ape's attacks fell like a sudden storm, airtight and relentless, giving Ye Xiwen no chance to catch his breath. He knew perfectly well that his own strength was not enough to overwhelm Ye Xiwen, while his old rival was at most evenly matched with him, neither stronger nor weaker. He simply did not possess the strength to completely suppress Ye Xiwen.
If they could not kill Ye Xiwen through an unbroken barrage of attacks, then the longer this dragged on, the more unfavorable the situation would become for them.
Their thousand-odd exchanges just now had already taught him one thing: this human before him was not merely overflowing with vitality. His stamina was terrifyingly inexhaustible as well.
After trading over a thousand moves, he was already panting heavily, having consumed far too much physical strength and demonic yuan. Yet the man before him remained unflushed and unbreathless, as though those battles had not affected him in the slightest. That was what made him most terrifying, and most difficult to deal with.
It was as though they were facing an indestructible iron man. Their usual tactic of attacking together and wearing him to death was clearly useless now. He was even wondering whether, if they truly employed such a tactic, they themselves might be exhausted to death first. That was entirely possible.
Since the wheel-battle tactic was unreliable, there was only one method left: a head-on assault, defeating Ye Xiwen face-to-face.
More importantly, if the two of them working together still could not kill Ye Xiwen, they would have no face left to show anyone.
"Boom!"
That Demon General's spear pierced through the heavens, its terrifying aura locking firmly onto Ye Xiwen, as though a demon god had descended into the world.
Ye Xiwen felt as though