Yan Xiao's muddled mind could no longer remember how many times he had died.
Was this the sixtieth time, or the hundred and sixtieth?
He had experienced far too many ways to die!
But as evil as he was, as crazed and chaotic as he was, of course he wouldn't back down.
He rallied again and again, resurrected again and again, fought again and again, and again and again... was defeated.
His opponent was like a towering mountain, and like a vast sea. No matter how he chose to charge, he couldn't shake the mountain or the sea.
After drawing on divine power once more, he was reborn from nothing. Once his wings and claws had fully formed, Yan Xiao snarled, "Heh heh... How long can you keep fighting at this level?"
As he spoke, Jiang Wang had already closed in, his left hand pressed against Yan Xiao's head. With a light push, he drove a Life-Slaying Nail into Yan Xiao's skull.
Then he asked casually, "How long can the one behind you hold out?"
The wind blew the remains away like falling smoke.
Amid the surging divine power, Yan Xiao took shape once more.
Jiang Wang was already very familiar with this divine power, and even more familiar with the process of Yan Xiao's resurrection.
He stepped forward and struck twice, clean and decisive, shattering Yan Xiao's attack.
With a sweep of his left hand, Samadhi True Fire formed a ring.
It encircled Yan Xiao's neck, wing roots, and both claws.
Though it didn't touch him, it left him unable to move at all, forcing him to remain suspended in midair. He had long since learned the might of Samadhi True Fire. He knew that the slightest movement would make him brush against this Mystical Fire and burn to