Ten thousand li away, Little Crane hovered in the Chaos Void, her Nine-Colored Eyes locked on the battlefield.
Her gaze fell on the Floating Immortal Battle Body besieged by thirty-seven Evil Dragon Beasts. She saw its mounting wounds, the Chaos Radiance being torn apart, and Dark Gold blood spilling ceaselessly from Fang Chen's lips.
Her body trembled slightly, her tiny claws gripping the void.
"Master!"
The myna bird stood beside her, staring just as intently at the battlefield.
Its silver eyes reflected the figure fighting on despite his wounds. Its voice was low, yet full of barely restrained emotion. "He's always like this. He could wipe out this trash with One Sword Samsara, but he insists on taking the blows to temper himself!"
Fang Chen could hardly be blamed. This was how he cultivated.
Only by using the Floating Immortal Sword to cut things down in battle could he improve his strength fastest.
Little Crane said nothing. She simply watched.
She could sense that although Fang Chen's aura fluctuated, it had never truly weakened. Instead, each time he recovered from an injury, it grew denser and more substantial.
His strength was climbing at a slow but steady pace.
Time stretched unbearably long amid the battle.
Fang Chen had lost count of how many times he had swung his sword, how many blows he had taken, and how many Evil Dragon Beasts he had slain.
All he saw were the dark-gray figures flickering amid the Chaos Radiance. All he heard was the Floating Immortal Sword's eager hum and the Evil Dragon Beasts' shrill howls.
As he fought, his spirit grew more exhilarated and his thoughts sharper.
He had slain twenty-eight Evil Dragon Beasts.
Nine remained.
Those nine were the strongest of the thirty-seven: three at the peak of Late Ninth-Revolution and