Striving with All One's Might, Still Unable to Win

Feng Xiaotian's arms, reinforced by two Soul Skills, resembled extraordinary divine weapons.

Carrying an aura akin to a heavenly deity descending to earth, he plunged from the sky.

He slashed toward Jiang Li.

Yet Jiang Li merely raised a hand lightly, easily blocking the opponent's seemingly matchless attack.

"This..."

Feng Xiaotian's eyelids twitched wildly.

Even though it was only the first slash of the Gale Demon Wolf's Thirty-Six Consecutive Slashes, it was already comparable to the power of his fourth Soul Skill executed at full strength.

It was blocked so effortlessly by Jiang Li?

However, to his surprise, his arms felt no pain at all.

It felt as though he had struck a clump of cotton.

One must know that the reason his Gale Demon Wolf's Thirty-Six Consecutive Slashes remained a prototype was precisely because his attacks used his own arms as the medium.

This inevitably caused him to suffer backlash from the opponent's force whenever he attacked.

Inflicting a thousand injuries to the enemy while damaging oneself by eight hundred.

Yet when attacking Jiang Li, he did not feel even a trace of pain.

There was even a faint sensation that he could completely execute the full thirty-six consecutive slashes on Jiang Li.

Feng Xiaotian looked at Jiang Li in disbelief.

Jiang Li said with dissatisfaction, "What are you staring blankly for? Continue!"

Indeed, this was Jiang Li's masterpiece.

If it were merely the attack of an ordinary Soul Ancestor with a Thousand-Year Soul Ring level, hitting his right hand which possessed an External Soul Bone, it would be no different from an itch, leaving no sensation whatsoever.

Therefore, he deliberately cooperated with Feng Xiaotian as the latter used his self-created Soul Skill, wanting to see what kind of power the opponent's final thirty-sixth slash could unleash.

Or perhaps