Escape

"Bang!"

The dull sound of impact replaced the crisp crack of a skull shattering in the Saint Fist User's imagination. His right fist was tightly gripped in one hand, and his body stiffened.

That tremendous force continuously coming from the front of his fist...

"Did you think... that borrowing that power would let you defeat me?"

Grabbing both of the Saint Fist User's hands and leaving him unable to wield his blade, the Demon God delivered a side kick!

The right fist trapped in his grip was pulled straight by the immense force... torn apart...

In the end.

It was ripped off by brute force!

"Boring."

Behind that pale mask, not the slightest trace of bloodlust flickered in his golden eyes.

Yet that emotionless coldness completely permeated his aloof figure...

Wanforge spun through the air and returned to Xuan Sheng's hand. Before the eyes of the four corrupted Saints, it pierced into the Saint Fist User's chest!

"Don't let him leave here alive!"

"Forget about me! Do..."

A shimmering afterimage flashed, and another slash cleaved into the Saint Fist User's back!

Eroded by dense demonic energy, Xuan Sheng's life was like a candle flickering in the wind. A layer of pure-white light shield rose around him, and its flashing points of light blocked all the black mist that tried to seep in.

Within that sacred light shield, the constantly surging and flashing red light exploded like the tolling of a death knell!

Everything had been calculated perfectly.

Xuan Sheng's health had been forcibly locked at Wrath of the Undead's limit!

"If you insist on attacking, that's fine too."

His aura surged wildly with every breath, while the greedy goose-yellow radiance continued to rise!

Feeling his strength rapidly increase within a few breaths, Xuan Sheng gripped Wanforge once more.

Holding the