A trickle of blood seeped from the corner of Fang Chen's mouth.
His insides churned like rivers overturning seas. Demonic Qi of every attribute flooded his meridians, savaging his body. Some was corrosive, some icy, some scorching, and some carried razor-sharp Saber Intent. Any one of them would have left an ordinary Immortal Emperor in unbearable agony.
But Fang Chen gritted his teeth and endured. Energy from the Floating Immortal Sword poured into him, forcibly suppressing and refining the invading Demonic Qi, turning it into his own power. It washed through his damaged meridians and mended his shattered bones.
"He held on?"
Shock flashed through the Lizard Mountain Demon Emperor's slit pupils.
Dozens of True Devil Emperors had attacked together. Even a Seventh-Turn Immortal Emperor would have lost a layer of skin. How had Fang Chen, merely at the peak of the Sixth Turn, taken it head-on?
Worse, his aura was not fading. It was slowly rising.
"His sword is healing him!"
The Colorful-Wing Demon Emperor's voice trembled. Ash-white light flickered across her Three Pairs of butterfly wings.
She could sense it. Each time an attack struck Fang Chen, that sword devoured part of its energy and fed it back to him, healing his wounds.
He was using battle to sustain his battle.
Fang Chen wiped the blood from his mouth, raised his head, and swept his gaze over the True Devil Emperors.
Wounds covered him. His blue robe hung in tatters, exposing horrifying gashes beneath. Some cut to the bone, some pierced clean through him, and others still clung with lingering Demonic Qi that hissed as it ate into his flesh.
Yet his gaze was sharper than before he had been wounded.
Like a sword's edge tempered in fire.
"Now that's satisfying. Again!"
Fang Chen's voice was hoarse but