Overall, Ye Xiwen's injuries were far more severe, yet from the look of the battle, no one could tell at all.
Although Ye Xiwen was at a disadvantage and drenched in blood, he launched attack after attack without retreating even half a step. He had actually forced Spirit Emperor, at the peak of the Eighth Stage, into constant defense.
Judging solely from their battle, one truly could not tell that Ye Xiwen was at a disadvantage. In particular, the strength of Ye Xiwen's physical body and his recovery ability made everyone look at him in a new light.
There was no question that Ye Xiwen's strength was inferior, but the reason he had fought on until now was his astonishing recovery power. No matter how serious his injuries were, he could always recover in a very short time. It was not yet a true desperate situation or a dead end.
Though Spirit Emperor was powerful, he did not possess the ability Night Emperor and Pan Tian Celestial Venerable had to truly kill Ye Xiwen in a short time. That was precisely why Ye Xiwen had managed to drag things out until now, giving him the confidence to contend with Spirit Emperor.
Blood flowed down continuously. Ye Xiwen appeared grievously wounded, but in truth, his vitality was flourishing, gushing forth like a pillar and shooting straight into the nine heavens, making his aura seem incomparably vigorous.
Spirit Emperor's expression was equally icy. He had never expected the battle to be dragged out to this extent, nor had he expected Ye Xiwen to be so much harder to deal with than originally anticipated.
A startling cold light burst from Spirit Emperor's eyes. Around him, an enormous battlefield of slaughter suddenly emerged, swelling with the wind and growing larger and larger. In an