The great battle in the Floating Continent world continued.
Jiang Wang and Xi Ming joined forces to fiercely assault Swift Fire Palace.
Jingli performed rites to deliver the corpses to salvation.
Bai Yuxia darted through the buildings of the Swift Fire Tribe, occasionally cutting down a few crimson corpses that lunged at him, seemingly searching for something.
With Jiang Wang's peerless killing power, Xi Ming's endless stream of mechanisms, and an eight-winged Mo Warrior joining the attack, Swift Fire Palace somehow swayed without falling, remaining unbreached all this time!
From within the Fire Shrine, the totem spirit that ought to have belonged to the Swift Fire Tribe's Shaman spoke from afar. "Even with Mister Linchuan's abilities, he could not break it. Could it be that this World-Ending Demon Dragon has mastered some evil art and restored its strength through the slaughter of my million tribespeople?"
With King Qing's help, the tale of the World-Ending Demon Dragon had long since spread throughout the Floating Continent.
They all knew that this demon dragon was injured.
"Impossible." Jiang Wang seemed unconcerned by the remaining forces of the Swift Fire Tribe standing by with folded arms. Amid a downpour-like barrage of sword attacks, he still found time to answer. "This demon dragon's injury is to its True King origin. No amount of plundered blood and vitality could restore it. If recovering True Insight-level power were that simple, it would not have needed to go to such lengths and spread the battle across such a vast board."
The Flame Flower City-Burning Art came crashing down once more—
"Isn't that right, Ao Kui?!"
Ao Kui, who had always enjoyed and excelled at trading barbs with Jiang Wang, remained silent.
No matter how Jiang Wang addressed him—whether mocking or cursing him—Swift Fire Palace remained utterly soundless.
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