At that very moment.
With only a final, faint layer of Red Light covering his body, Lu Xunyang joined the battle.
"Good. You didn't turn into an Ancient God!"
As he spoke, he threw a punch.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Bloodflames and Malice tangled and exploded. Each collision caused the void to collapse.
The fragments of Heavenly God Armor on Zhang Huizhi grew fewer and fewer.
Lu Xunyang's punches slowed, while his injuries grew more severe.
Fan Ni suffered more and more wounds, each more grotesque than the last. Zhang Huizhi even drove a palm-blade into his heart.
This battle shook heaven and earth.
The Remnant Souls of Xia Hanzhou and the others watched without blinking.
They no longer cared who was guiding their Remnant Souls away.
Time passed slowly.
With a wet hiss, a sword of Malice pierced through Lu Xunyang's chest.
Fan Ni flicked his sword, and Lu Xunyang's body crashed onto the ground, where Malice burned. He struggled to breathe.
Golden light burst from Zhang Huizhi's eyes. The rank of will appeared in his hand and transformed into a blood-red needle. He drove it down into the already shattered crown of Fan Ni's head.
With a wet hiss!
The rank of will pierced straight through Fan Ni's brain and neck, then emerged from his chest.
Thump.
Fan Ni's dim eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at the blood-red spike protruding from his chest. He fell to his knees.
The rust-speckled sword of Malice clattered to the ground. Fan Ni bowed his head, and a long stream of bloody Malice poured from his mouth.
Zhang Huizhi fell to the ground. His body was spent, and Malice had consumed him from head to toe. He was at death's door.
The True Martial Power in all nine of his Self