Burning Blood Essence, No Regrets

At this moment.

Yan Shaozhe's heart churned with thoughts he could scarcely comprehend.

What kind of power was this?

This was absolutely no ordinary soul skill. It was more like a desperate method that staked one's very life on a single gamble.

Long Zhanye hovered in midair, looking down at the enormous crater he had blasted into the ground.

His voice carried impatience and irritation as he mocked, "Revive? Go on, revive again!!"

The instant his words fell, a faint glimmer of gold rose quietly, like light emerging from ashes.

And before Yan Shaozhe's battered body, something truly flickered for an instant.

Then, Yan Shaozhe, who had been barely clinging to life and was practically no different from a dead man, truly appeared before him once more.

However, his aura was clearly much weaker than before.

His face was so pale it seemed translucent, and his body hunched slightly, swaying as though he were an old tree stripped of most of its life force.

He coughed several times in succession, with threads of blood spilling from the corners of his mouth each time.

When Yan Shaozhe stood before him unharmed once again, Long Zhanye's patience was finally exhausted.

He knew perfectly well that Yan Shaozhe's resurrection secret technique could not be used without limit. Every use would inevitably come with a price.

He had no desire to investigate what that price was.

He only needed to know that there would eventually come a time when the other man's resurrections ran out.

Only after whatever sustained those resurrections had been completely depleted would Yan Shaozhe truly die.

Thus, without the slightest hesitation, Long Zhanye lit up the ninth Soul Ring of his second Martial Soul.

That orange-gold Soul Ring slowly rose beneath his feet, its blazing radiance bathing the entire battlefield