"Pfft!"
The Deathly Silence Spear pierced Fang Chen's chest. Zixiao Divine Thunder exploded inside him, and Solar True Flame burned across his body. He spat out a mouthful of dark-gold blood mixed with fragments of his organs. His aura sank to its weakest point, and he dropped to one knee, driving the Floating Immortal Sword deep into the Void to steady himself.
A flicker of relief crossed the five Emperors' eyes, along with exhaustion.
Keeping up such fierce attacks had drained them badly, but at last they were about to bring this stubborn foe down for good!
"It's over!"
Yun Li grinned savagely and gathered his remaining strength for a killing blow.
Yet Fang Chen, still kneeling, slowly raised his head.
Blood smeared his face, but a chilling smile spread across it.
"Thank you all for practicing with me for so long."
"Now I think I understand."
His grip on the Floating Immortal Sword tightened sharply.
"Hummm!"
The Floating Immortal Sword shuddered more violently than ever before. The dark-red rust on its Sword Body flowed and burned as though alive!
The dim light around Fang Chen, which had remained on the defensive, suddenly contracted inward.
It had not vanished. It had compressed to the limit, covering his body in the phantom of a dark-gray armor, thin as a cicada's wing.
Patterns of the sun, moon, stars, mountains, and rivers faintly moved across the armor. Yet they held no vitality, only the essence of all things returning to silence.
Beneath the armor's shadow, the terrible wound in his chest froze for the moment. It no longer bled, as though the very concept of the wound's existence had been sealed away.
A deeper, more terrifying aura slowly awakened within Fang Chen.
It was still only the aura of an early-stage Immortal Emperor,