After circling each other in combat for a while longer, Yan Chihuo noticed that the Fire Qilin was gradually slowing down. Delighted, he knew its transformation likely could not last much longer, and he became even more cautious.
Before long, the Fire Qilin shook its body and reverted to its original form. Yan Chihuo immediately saw that its magic power had been greatly depleted. The Seven Absolutes Cold Mist Sword flew forth, while he transformed into Three Heads and Six Arms and unleashed the Sword Control Technique, slashing viciously at the Fire Qilin.
Blood burst from the Fire Qilin's body, and its massive frame crashed into the flames. Naturally, Yan Chihuo would not let it go. Two God-Falling Steles, the Seven Absolutes Cold Mist Sword, and various Minor Divine Abilities howled through the air, striking toward the Fire Qilin.
Just as the Fire Qilin was about to perish beneath this attack, an Abnormality abruptly arose. The Fire Qilin suddenly expanded to a length of a hundred zhang once more, and with a full-force strike of its two foreclaws, several loud bangs rang out. Yan Chihuo's Magic Treasures were sent flying back, his Minor Divine Abilities vanished like smoke, and he himself was thrown dozens of zhang away.
In that instant, the Fire Qilin had somehow fully restored its magic power, and even all its injuries had healed! What kind of divine ability was this? Even Yan Chihuo's Undying Body could not accomplish such a thing.
The Fire Qilin laughed wildly. "Within this Qilin Cave, as long as I touch the flames, no matter how grave my injuries are, I can recover at once, and all my magic power will be restored. You can never defeat me!"
Bitterness filled Yan Chihuo's mouth. At last, he understood the reason. To break this