On the deserted island.
Jiang Ning continuously clashed with the Six-Armed Divine Scion that the Wind Divine Envoy had transformed into.
Wherever the two passed, shattered rocks flew and great trees collapsed.
The snow they kicked up soared several yards high.
A fifth-rank powerhouse was already a true one-man army.
So long as their inner breath had not run dry, they need not fear ordinary human-wave tactics.
And the Wind Divine Envoy, now transformed into a Six-Armed Divine Scion, was far more powerful than ordinary fifth-rank experts who could condense their inner breath from the intangible into the tangible.
His formidable fleshly body gave him strength no weaker than when he erupted with inner breath.
The vitality of his undying body made him unafraid of any attack short of a fatal wound.
With the two combined, the Wind Divine Envoy in his Six-Armed Divine Scion form could be called the strongest beneath the peak of fifth rank.
Yet Jiang Ning was able to hold his own against him.
What he relied on was not merely the advantage of his fist intent reflecting into the Wind Divine Envoy's mind and intimidating his spirit.
It made the Wind Divine Envoy, in his Six-Armed Divine Scion form, lose thirty percent of his strength before even striking.
More importantly, Jiang Ning possessed Authority, and any injuries to his body healed rapidly.
Every time he clashed with the Wind Divine Envoy in Six-Armed Divine Scion form, the tremendous force of impact shook his internal organs and displaced them slightly.
Under such terrifying impacts, the muscles and bones throughout his body felt as though they were coming apart.
Normally, just one collision between such powerful opponents would have left him seriously injured.
The injuries would spread throughout his body. They were not obvious on the surface,