Xie BenJun realized he had fallen under an illusion technique. He unleashed Netherworld Fire and attacked wildly in all directions, preventing himself from being ambushed.
At the same time, he pushed his Mental Power to its limit, trying to break free of the illusion.
Yet when he finally regained consciousness, he found that the sea of blood had already devoured his body. Only several remaining bones were left, and he was on the verge of death.
The moment he fell under the illusion technique, his fate had already been sealed.
More accurately, it had been decided the moment Xie BenJun chose to become a fiend.
Having become a fiend, driven by desire and reduced to desire's slave, how could he possibly retain a clear mind to resist a Mental Attack?
Furthermore, the prolonged battle had already pushed his mind to its limit, giving Jiang Ping An the chance to use the spiritual secret art, Reincarnation.
Although Reincarnation could not directly kill Xie BenJun, it could render him incapable of fighting for a short time.
Taking advantage of that time, Jiang Ping An launched a frenzied assault with the devouring sea of blood and Destructive Power.
Now, although Xie BenJun had regained consciousness, it was already useless. The energy in his body had been destroyed and devoured, leaving only several bones behind.
"I refuse to accept this! I refuse to accept this! I am an Immortal! How could a mere mortal like you possibly kill me?!"
Xie BenJun's bones struggled and roared desperately.
Struggling was already futile. Jiang Ping An had removed the Netherworld Fire, and Xie BenJun no longer had any energy left to wield.
Regret flooded Xie BenJun's heart. Had he known, he would never have provoked this brat—but now, it was far too late for anything.
His Immortal