Bloodslaughter Demon Emperor was burning his Origin. His power was draining rapidly, while Fang Chen devoured Demonic Qi and grew stronger by the moment.
One burned; the other devoured.
One waned; the other waxed.
Ten strikes.
Twenty strikes.
Fifty strikes.
A hundred strikes.
Fang Chen had lost count of how many times he had swung his sword. Even with the energy flowing back from the Floating Immortal Sword, his arm had long gone numb, his body was exhausted, and his soul had reached its limit.
But he could not stop.
The Floating Immortal Sword still hummed. Energy still poured back into him. His aura continued to rise.
Bloodslaughter Demon Emperor's face grew paler and paler. His Origin was burning away, his life was ebbing, and his demonic body was aging rapidly.
But he could not stop.
He knew that the moment he did, he would die.
In the Hall of Eternity, the Human Emperor and the others held their breath at the sight.
The battle had reached a fever pitch. It was kill or be killed.
The hundred and fiftieth strike.
Fang Chen's Dharma Form collided with the Demonic Shadow again. The Floating Immortal Greatsword slashed across its chest, shattering a vast patch of Dark Gold Scale Armor. All six of the shadow's arms struck the Dharma Form at once, caving in its left arm.
Fang Chen grunted, a trickle of blood spilling from his lips. Bloodslaughter Demon Emperor spat a mouthful of Dark Gold Demon Blood and staggered back.
Both sides were badly hurt.
But Fang Chen had the Floating Immortal Sword.
The sword hummed wildly, the Eight-Colored Dao Patterns on its Sword Body blazing bright enough to hurt the eyes. Waves of warm, immense energy surged into Fang Chen, mending his damaged Meridians, broken bones, and torn soul.