Or rather, although Feng Zong had constantly wanted to break through Ye Xiwen's defenses, no matter how stormy and violent his attacks were, no matter how fierce they became, he still had no way to truly breach Ye Xiwen's inner defenses, much less inflict severe injuries on him. Though Ye Xiwen seemed to be sent flying again and again, it only looked serious. In truth, it was nowhere near that bad.
Feng Zong in the arena had also noticed this problem. Although he could defeat Ye Xiwen, he had no way to truly kill him. There was a gap between them, but Ye Xiwen's progress was advancing at breakneck speed, and the gap between them was shrinking at an astonishing rate. It had even gradually shrunk to the point where Feng Zong could no longer confidently claim he could defeat him. This was simply unimaginable to him.
Bang!
Ye Xiwen was blasted away once more, but a faint smile appeared on his face. "Feng Zong, if you have any other tricks, use them. I'd like to see just what methods you possess!"
"Do you really think I can't do anything to you?" Feng Zong said coldly.
"Isn't that the case?" Ye Xiwen sneered as he looked at Feng Zong. Though he was temporarily unable to hurt Feng Zong, Feng Zong likewise found it difficult to injure him due to the astonishing power of his Tyrant Body.
Otherwise, after being blasted away so many times, an ordinary person would have long since been killed. Even Celestial Supreme Realm experts would find it far from easy to endure this, let alone someone at the Celestial Realm Seventh Stage.
The Tyrant Body's might had been displayed to the fullest.
This time, Feng Zong said nothing. Wave after wave of powerful flames erupted from