"Cough, cough!"
Ziyouyan withdrew his gaze from the eliminated Kefla, his body trembled slightly, and he abruptly spat out a mouthful of blood, the Divine Flame circulating around him also dimming considerably.
Clearly, his battle with Sun Wukong had left him heavily injured.
"Leave this to me!"
A stalwart figure appeared before Ziyouyan, who was half-kneeling on the ground.
"You..."
Ziyouyan looked up. Although Jiren was also in a very disheveled state, he did not yet show any obvious signs of heavy injury.
"Even if I am injured..."
Ziyouyan struggled to prop up his body, a frenzied look appearing on his face while the battle intent in his eyes turned practically tangible, "I will still fight to the very end!"
"Then, be careful!"
Jiren offered a rare word of concern.
Clearly, aside from Toppo of their Pride Troopers, Ziyouyan had also won his recognition.
Standing shoulder-to-shoulder with Jiren, the Divine Flame that had dimmed due to Ziyouyan's injuries blazed once again with a light and intensity even more dazzling than before; he could still fight.
Even while carrying heavy injuries, he would unleash his ultimate attack.
Keep fighting!!
One Defeated and Retiring, One Frenzied
"To fight until the final chapter, why mind going mad!"
"Well said, Sun Wukong, let's fight again!"
Ziyouyan's blood-stained black robes fluttered, and amidst his flying black hair, he moved like thunder, launching his strongest and all-in offensive as he blasted down toward Sun Wukong.
Boom!!
Between his fists, the Divine Flame coiled, as though with the punch he threw out, a rolling great sun was bearing down, looking to burn Sun Wukong to ashes on the spot.
A vast, scorching aura and an intent to burn everything away kept surging and shaking.
"My might does not permit failure!"
Jiren stepped forward, walking as though strolling