Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!!
No one knew what state of mind Lin Heng had been in when he charged toward the monster at the center of the altar.
That ghostly thing's realm had been forcibly suppressed to the peak of the Mahayana Realm, yet its strength was still not to be underestimated.
Even though Lin Heng had raised his aura to its utmost limit and even dragged the other party entirely into his own domain, the black qi on its body seemed inexhaustible. Mere passive defense was enough to leave him helpless.
As one side waned while the other waxed, the longer this dragged on, the more disadvantageous it became for them.
Time Sword Intent swept through the air while the Humanity Domain continued to drain away. Without Primordial Immortal Power to sustain it, the Humanity Body ultimately had its limits.
Though the Immortal Path Body possessed limitless True Yuan, it had no way to directly restrain calamity.
"Damn it!"
Lin Heng cursed under his breath and began using a more extreme method—pressing face-to-face with the enemy, he tried to injure the foe for a thousand at the cost of harming himself for a thousand, using his fleshly body to self-destruct.
He possessed the Kunpeng Borrowing Force Art. After each suicidal attack, he restored himself through the Nirvana Art and kept it up without pause. Sure enough, it had some effect.
"Heh, you're not as invincible as I imagined. You're still afraid of death, aren't you?" Lin Heng could clearly sense the other party's fear.
Faced with his provocation, the black shadow figure finally could no longer hold back. Its limbs stretched out, gradually spreading into the pitch-dark inner walls of the Black Abyss in every direction.
A bizarre sight appeared. Its limbs were like exceptionally soft elastic cords,