Whether it was Zhou Heng or the Dragon Emperor, both yearned for victory!
Both possessed the bearing of kings; in battle, they favored offense over defense! Their creed was to crush their opponents beneath an unceasing offensive like the tide, rather than assume a defensive stance and wait for an opening before launching a counterattack.
As a result, the battle became exceedingly dangerous!
It was not that they had both abandoned defense entirely, but rather that they had devoted more of their strength to attacking.
The results were striking. Their attacks left each other covered in wounds!
Chunks of ice clung to Zhou Heng's body, and the flesh beneath had already completely necrotized. The Dragon Emperor was no better off, blood streaming from the wounds the Black Sword had carved into him! Given the Black Sword's terrifying destructive power, unless the wounds were gouged away entirely, they could never heal and would keep bleeding until he bled dry!
At the Immortal level, even a single drop of blood could be restored with a thought—but there still had to be a drop of blood left. If one bled dry, then one was truly done for!
—The blood flowing from wounds inflicted by the Black Sword had all life force extinguished from it, making it useless blood!
After exchanging more than a hundred moves, man and dragon each retreated over a hundred zhang. They simply tended to their wounds, cutting away the necrotic flesh so it could regenerate, or severing the portions around wounds that would not stop bleeding.
They had actually fought to another draw!
The Dragon Emperor was anxious. Burning a drop of essence blood could not sustain this level of power for very long, and once he lost the ability to wield the laws, how could he contend against