Revival? So What? We Can Make Them Die Thousands of Times!

Revival? So What? We Can Make Them Die Thousands of Times! Central Region.

Yang Family Mountain Range.

Yang Family.

"They can revive? And they grow stronger by killing people who cultivate our techniques?"

Yang Jianghu, seated on the high throne, slapped the table and rose to his feet, questioning an elder below.

"Yes. Our people captured one before, but he killed himself. We thought that was the end of it, but yesterday, we discovered that he had appeared again."

"This time, he killed someone who cultivated the stone stele technique with a blade, and his cultivation instantly rose from the early stage of Qi Refining to the middle stage."

"Throughout the process, there was nothing unusual about the harm he inflicted on others."

"This has also happened elsewhere, involving different people."

The elder's expression was equally grim as he recounted the events of the past few days.

Following the Divine Son's instructions, the original plan had been to capture them alive.

"This is troublesome."

Yang Jianghu gripped the armrest tightly and spat out those five words.

Someone who could increase his cultivation by killing those who practiced the Qi Refining Formula, and could continuously revive.

No one knew whether either of these abilities had any limits.

But Yang Jianghu knew.

It was very likely the Heavenly Dao.

This was the Heavenly Dao's counterattack.

How could they break it?

What should they do?

That had now become the question.

The Heavenly Dao truly was no fool. Defying heaven—heh.

"Like this. Go to the Central Region and invite one over. I want to talk to him."

After pondering for a moment, Yang Jianghu seemed to have made some kind of decision, estimating its feasibility in his heart.

If possible, he did not want to lose this battle.

Having set himself against the