Lin Xuan clenched both fists. Every punch he slammed into A Sheng forced A Sheng back by a fraction.
As time passed,
even A Sheng could no longer endure being constantly beaten without the chance to fight back.
One had to know that, countless ages ago, A Sheng had been an existence no weaker than Xuantian.
If not for his reserves of power being less profound than Xuantian's, the victor of that battle would still have been impossible to determine.
And now,
facing Lin Xuan, whose reputation was far inferior to Xuantian's, A Sheng was about to be dragged into a bitter struggle.
It was an even more grueling battle than his fight against Xuantian.
For a moment, A Sheng found it difficult to accept.
But even though A Sheng could not endure it, he had no choice. Lin Xuan was simply too terrifying at that moment.
Every punch that came down was stronger than the one before it.
If A Sheng did not defend himself with all his strength, there was no way he could block Lin Xuan's fists.
Moreover, as time passed,
even A Sheng found it increasingly difficult to defend against Lin Xuan's fists with all his strength, because the grayish-white power within Lin Xuan was growing more and more abundant. As that grayish-white power became denser, Lin Xuan's aura grew far more terrifying than before.
By contrast, A Sheng's own power was gradually running out.
"Things absolutely can't continue like this. If this goes on, I'll definitely die."
A Sheng was extremely anxious. He stared fixedly at Lin Xuan, thinking of a countermeasure.
"This human doesn't seem to be without weaknesses."
A Sheng looked at Lin Xuan's grayish-white power.
"His grayish-white power doesn't seem very stable. It looks as though it was only recently fused. If