[I Pity You, I Feel Sorry for You!]

Outside Rainbow Castle.

"You can still get up?" Shuntian finally snapped, roaring in maddened fury, "Why won't you just die?"

He had already lost count of how many times he had knocked Fatty Hai down. A thousand times? Ten thousand?

Yet he simply would not die!

If it had been anyone else, even with a hundred lives, they would have long since kicked the bucket.

Shuntian had never heard of anyone surpassing the limits of their vitality by such an enormous margin through sheer willpower alone. Besides, trash like Fatty Hai had always been the sort to cling desperately to life and fear death. What willpower could he possibly have? Why? What power was keeping this Fatty Hai—whom Shuntian had thought he could kill with a single punch—going for so long?

No matter what ultimate move he used, what combat skill he employed, or what treasure he brought out to strike Fatty Hai.

He simply would not die!

Shuntian had never doubted that his strength might be lacking, but now his confidence had begun to waver.

Fatty Hai could no longer even maintain the form of that ugly monster. After reverting to human form, his ribs had been broken, both legs snapped, his right arm twisted into a twisted knot, and four fingers on his left hand broken, leaving only his thumb. Yet this Fatty Hai, no longer even human-shaped, still used that one thumb to prop himself up and stubbornly sit upright. The ground was covered in blood.

It was impossible to imagine that someone who had lost so much blood could still be alive.

Yet this fellow, strange to the very core, sat before him, vomiting blood mouthful after mouthful as though he had been born a blood-spitting monster.

The Wind-Breath Sea Bird descended from the sky. Once