Xing Zhan was a cultivator of the Devil Race, with an exceptionally powerful body. Once the Ancient Demon God Blood in his body was activated, even without unleashing his physical strength, he was far stronger than before. So although his battle axe was of a slightly lower grade, he could still suppress Li Yang in a head-on fight.
Feeling the formidable power coming from the battle axe, Li Yang's face turned deathly pale. He cursed his own stupidity for trying to compete with a member of the Devil Race in strength. But when he remembered that his Mental Power had only recovered to seventy percent, he could only smile bitterly and charge forward again with the Divine Fork in hand.
This time, however, he had learned his lesson. He avoided clashing head-on with Xing Zhan, hoping to win through skill instead.
But Li Yang was soon disappointed. Xing Zhan had spent a long time mastering the battle axe, and his close-combat skills were quite polished. He had also received Mo Yu's instruction and Mo Fei's guidance while in the Immortal Realm. In other words, his axe techniques had already begun to take shape.
After only a few brief exchanges, Li Yang had fallen completely onto the back foot. The tremendous impacts had further numbed his already aching arms, and even lifting the Divine Fork had become difficult.
With a bitter smile, Li Yang knew he couldn't go on like this. He borrowed the force of Xing Zhan's battle axe to fly backward, then recalled the Divine Fork with a thought. Once again, he used the secret technique of the Primordial Yang Fire Spirit Body.
A golden crow phantom condensed into being, then beat its wings and flew toward Xing Zhan.
In Li Yang's mind, Xing Zhan was good at close