(Second update)
After a round of fierce combat, Yang Ming's Sixth Soul Ring skill, War God Armor, had cracked and shattered. His Black Tortoise Shield had long since been broken and was now steadily repairing its cracks under the nourishment of his soul power. Even the Zhurong Avatar, the fusion of Susanoo and Flame Demon Form, had lost an arm.
Nourished by the Rakshasa God's supremely yin, supremely evil aura, the King of Slaughter's strength had actually risen to such a terrifying degree!
Still, the King of Slaughter had not escaped unscathed.
His high-collared outfit hung in tatters, like the clothes of a beggar on the street. One enormous bat wing had been torn clean out of his back, leaving a deep, bowl-sized hole that constantly oozed blood with a sweet, metallic smell. His other enormous wing was little better, crisscrossed with sword wounds and riddled with holes.
Slay a thousand enemies, lose eight hundred of your own.
Their clash reached its intermission with both sides grievously wounded.
Yet just then, the King of Slaughter drew another wisp of the Rakshasa God's aura from within his body.
In an instant, a flush crossed his face. The supremely yin, supremely evil aura around him grew denser, and the slaughter aura swirling about him surged explosively. In that brief moment, most of his wounds actually healed.
A trace of worry crossed Yang Ming's brow.
Yang Ming understood that the King of Slaughter was draining the pond to catch the fish. Once the Rakshasa God's aura within him could no longer interfere, Tang Chen's consciousness would fully awaken. This counterfeit King of Slaughter would be exposed, and even the Nine-Headed Blood-Red Bat King inhabiting him would face a reckoning.
But a god was a god, after all.
Even a mere wisp of lingering