The thunderous explosions shook the earth and mountains. After nearly a hundred exchanges of fists and kicks, even though Luo Hong's magic power far surpassed that of an ordinary Nascent Soul Late-stage Cultivator, he could not help but feel exhausted. His movements gradually slowed, and the strength behind his punches and kicks was slightly weaker than at the start.
"Pant! Pant! Damn it, am I really going to lose?
What kind of thing is this Law of Strength!"
Amid ragged breaths, Luo Hong muttered in frustration.
He and Blood Asura had battled fiercely for so long, yet he had not stirred the Law of Strength he had just comprehended in the slightest. This attempt could be called an utter failure.
"Sure enough, the traditional cultivation method of relying on comprehension is just not very reliable!"
After grumbling, Luo Hong hurriedly dealt with Blood Asura's offensive once more.
Unlike Luo Hong, who was growing weaker as the battle continued, Blood Asura, controlled by Bi Xiu, only grew fiercer with every exchange.
After all, Bi Xiu had only just taken control of this Asura body. Once he became familiar with it, he would naturally be able to bring out more of its power, and in terms of magic power, he steadily overwhelmed Luo Hong.
However, although Blood Asura was beginning to gain the upper hand, the scales of victory had always remained on Luo Hong's side.
Blood Asura's physical body was indeed extraordinarily powerful, but his primordial spirit was too weak. If Luo Hong targeted that weakness, he could completely turn the situation around in an instant. Not to mention Ying Ming was standing by nearby.
The reason he did not do so was that Luo Hong wanted to keep fighting a little longer. Opportunities like this were rare, and he was