Ten days later.
Fang Chen had lost count of how many times he had been struck.
Each time he was gravely wounded, the Floating Immortal Sword poured energy back into him, repairing his injuries. Each time he healed, his aura grew a fraction stronger. His Combat Strength climbed slowly but steadily from the middle stage of the Eighth Turn.
Middle stage, late stage, peak of the Eighth Turn.
And after the long war of attrition, those Seventh-Turn True Devil Emperors had finally reached the end of their strength.
Maintaining the Heavenly Devil Battle Formation required a vast amount of Demonic Qi, and they had almost none left.
The Order Demon Emperor's face turned livid.
He could feel the Dharma Form's pressure slowly weakening.
As one waned, the other waxed.
Fang Chen's Ten-Thousand Zhang Chaos Dharma Form hung in the void, looking down on the Dark Gold Demonic Shadow, which had shrunk to twelve thousand zhang.
Eight-colored Sword Rays flickered along the Floating Immortal Sword. The Eight-Colored Dao Patterns on its Sword Body shone with blinding brilliance, while the Chaos Vortex at its tip spun so fast it seemed ready to tear free.
Fang Chen's Dharma Form was covered in wounds too. The chaotic radiance on its left shoulder had dimmed, the armor on its right leg was shattered, and the sword wound across its back was still slowly healing. Yet his aura held steady at the peak of the Eighth-Revolution Immortal Emperor realm, just one step from the Ninth Turn.
A blazing will to fight burned in his eyes.
"Ten days of dragging this out. Time to end it!"
Fang Chen's voice was soft, almost as if he were speaking to himself.
Inside the Hall of Eternity, all seven Divine Sense Incarnations held their breath.
The God Emperor leaned forward