"Bi Ji... Sister, some of the talismans are almost used up!"
Demon Spirit shrank back as he looked at Bi Ji, who was wreathed in black mist. After hesitating, he changed the way he addressed her. After all, from birth until now, he was only a baby a few tens of thousands of years old.
"Then don't use them. With these fists of mine, I'll definitely beat this damn fire chicken to death."
Dressed in black, Bi Ji laughed boldly. Her purplish-black hair absorbed light and heat within the flames, while her hands never stopped moving. In the blink of an eye, hundreds upon thousands of fist shadows had smashed into Ma Hongjun's body.
Demon Spirit watched as Bi Ji was sent flying and injured. Then Scarlet King stepped up to withstand Ma Hongjun's attacks. Bi Ji casually healed her own injuries before tossing healing onto Scarlet King. Scarlet King retreated to tend to his wounds, and Bi Ji took his place to fight Ma Hongjun.
They rotated their attacks like this, forcibly wearing down Ma Hongjun, the Phoenix God.
What else could Demon Spirit do? He was merely a fragile baby. He could only toss out talismans and occasionally stab Ma Hongjun with his spiritual power, barely scraping by.
Though Ma Hongjun was enraged, he was not reckless. Years of self-cultivation had allowed him to control his emotions instead of being controlled by them.
Boundless blazing flames surged forth, only to be offset by the power of destruction. His opponents had been continuously wearing him down, but why would a phoenix fear such tactics? Not to mention, Scarlet King's flames could replenish him.
Although it caused some damage to himself, all of it would disappear after nirvana. Overall, he was still the one profiting.
However, his opponents seemed to