For the first time, the atmosphere inside the Spirit Crane Space grew tense.
Great Emperor Huo Li frowned deeply. His gaze pierced the walls of the Spirit Crane Space and settled on the dark red figure growing stronger with every exchange. His voice was low and grave. "This fellow's resurrection is bizarre. In the Cycle World, he really does seem able to revive without limit—and each time, he comes back stronger!"
Ye Qingci said nothing, but her fingers tightened slightly around her green jade sword.
That tiny movement betrayed a trace of worry, like a dark current stirring beneath a calm lake.
Ye Kong frowned too. The sheen on his Mysterious Yellow Battle Armor flickered as he called through the Spirit Crane Space, "Fang Chen, this fellow's a tough one!"
The myna bird fixed its bead-sized eyes on the Undying God King. Surprise edged its voice. "Fang Chen, this fellow's strange! The more he fights, the stronger he gets!"
Fang Chen stood at the center of the square. He felt the gazes and thoughts reaching him from the Spirit Crane Space, and he felt the Undying God King's soaring aura and heard his increasingly brazen roars.
He did not retreat. He did not frown.
Slowly, the corners of his mouth curved upward.
There was no fear or gravity in that smile, only the excitement and anticipation of someone watching a fascinating prey animal leap about right before his eyes.
He reached out, and the Floating Immortal Sword slowly took shape in his hand.
"In that case!"
His voice rang out calmly, though beneath that calm lay the faint tremor of a blade about to leave its sheath and the deathly stillness before a volcano erupted.
"Let me see whether you really can't be killed!"
Fang Chen stood motionless above the