Fighting an enemy on someone else's home ground—an enemy with an endless supply of energy.
Without the power to crush an opponent through dimensional superiority, anyone would eventually be worn to death.
Yet Yang Lingtian's face held not the slightest trace of gravity or worry.
In fact, deep within his starry, profound eyes, a strange smile even flickered.
He slowly raised his head and looked at the Blood Prison Divine King opposite him, arrogant and convinced victory was already in his grasp.
"An attrition battle?"
Yang Lingtian murmured softly, the corners of his lips curling into a cold, playful arc.
Deep within the dantian in his body, a hazy gray bead was slowly rotating.
With every rotation, endless, supremely pure Chaos origin power surged forth from within.
It flowed through every limb and bone, keeping him in peak condition at all times.
The Chaos Bead—this was one of his greatest trump cards.
A contest of foundations? A contest of endurance?
Across the Myriad Worlds and through the endless ages, who could outlast a Chaos Bead?
"You want to compete with me in endurance? You chose the wrong opponent."
Yang Lingtian spoke coldly, the battle intent in his eyes burning more fiercely than ever.
"Come on. I'd like to see how long the energy in this blood mist of yours can last."
Suddenly—boom!
A heaven-shaking explosion rang out, seeming to tear the entire firmament apart.
The Blood Prison Divine King's hundred-zhang demonic body came wrapped in a blood sea that surged to the heavens.
Like a blood-red star plunging from beyond the heavens, it ruthlessly bore down on Yang Lingtian.
"Ant, don't be so arrogant. Within my domain, feel true despair!"
His voice was like billions of demon gods roaring. Every syllable stirred the origin power of Sky Burial Island.
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