The old man did not yield an inch.
Though his body was withered, his moves were fierce and domineering.
His fists whipped through the air with tiger-like force, thunder power wrapped around them, every punch carrying the sound of exploding thunder.
Bang bang bang—
The two exchanged blows at high speed, the sounds of fists and claws colliding merging into one.
Their figures intertwined, so fast that only two afterimages could be seen—one black, one blue—darting back and forth among the tombstones.
Wherever they passed, rows of tombstones collapsed, shattered stones flying everywhere.
Amid the dust and rubble, the two fought without either gaining the upper hand.
As they fought, Lan Jinghe's brows furrowed slightly.
Something was wrong.
The cemetery's restriction had been secretly amplifying the old man's thunder power all along.
With every punch, the old man could borrow power from the surrounding restriction.
By contrast, her Deep Sea Divine Power always felt slightly sluggish here.
As one side weakened while the other grew stronger, after more than a hundred exchanges, she had not gained the slightest advantage.
"Old bastard, what kind of ability is it to rely on restrictions for dirty tricks?"
Lan Jinghe forced the old man back and spoke coldly.
"Hahaha."
The old man laughed loudly, his voice dry and grating.
"On the battlefield, winning is ability."
"The restriction is right here. If you've got the skill, use it too."
The old man wore a mocking expression.
This cemetery was his home ground.
Fighting him meant being at a natural disadvantage.
"Is that so?"
Lan Jinghe sneered.
"Do you really think I don't have any trump cards?"
Her hands rapidly formed seals.
A pale-black Abyssal Sea Divine Ring slowly emerged around her.
Behind her, the blurry phantom of a Deep-Sea Demon Whale gradually appeared.
Though it