Therefore, Ying Qi would never give Su Yi a chance to escape alive.
With a flick of his wrist, a white bone spear appeared in his palm.
As he cleaved out with the spear, its overbearing edge crushed everything in its path, breaking through Su Yi's defenses in one stroke and scattering a rain of light across the sky.
Although Su Yi dodged aside, a bloody wound was torn open on his body by the spear's shadow.
"Where is your treasure? If you don't use it now, you won't get another chance!"
Ying Qi strode through the sky, the white bone spear sweeping through the air with terrifying power capable of piercing through all things. Its killing aura shook the world.
His ferocious might was simply too terrifying. In merely a few blinks, dozens of wounds had been left on Su Yi's body.
Fresh blood sprayed as flesh split open.
"Whether there's a chance or not isn't for you to decide."
Su Yi spoke, his expression as calm as ever.
Though his body was covered in wounds, he seemed utterly unaware of them.
Ying Qi smiled and praised, "What spirit. But as far as I know, the power of the Fate Stealing Art cannot last much longer. When that time comes... you'll inevitably be beaten back to your original form!"
Rumble!
Before his voice had faded, Ying Qi's offensive grew even fiercer and more terrifying. The White Bone Battle Spear swept through the air, displaying divine might as though it could sweep away all enemies.
Even Su Yi had to admit that this fellow was indeed terrifying.
That ferocious might was no less formidable than that of the nine Heavenly Emperors of the Eternal Heaven Domain—overwhelmingly powerful.
Amid the brutal battle, Su Yi could clearly sense the enormous gap between