Before this battle, Jiang Yun had already gained a fairly accurate grasp of the Dao Ancestor's strength. To sum it up in one word—hard to kill.
Dao Ancestors were already among the pinnacle existences of the cultivation world. Killing one was easier said than done.
And the Evil Emperor's natal Sacrificial Altar made him exceptionally troublesome.
Although Jiang Yun had relied on his overwhelming strength to blow apart the Evil Emperor's body several times, under the careful cover of those two blood shadows, the Evil Emperor could always swiftly re-form his body and recover completely.
What frustrated Jiang Yun even more was that those two Quasi-Emperor blood shadows would also rapidly re-form atop the Sacrificial Altar every time they were destroyed, as if they possessed immortal bodies.
Jiang Yun recalled that at the start of the battle, the reason he had not immediately used the Eerie Flame was because he feared that once it appeared, its terrifying power would directly frighten the Evil Emperor into fleeing in panic.
After all, this flame was far too powerful. Once unleashed, it would inevitably shake heaven and earth.
But now, after his relentless attrition, the Evil Emperor had already become listless. At this moment, the Evil Emperor could think of nothing but escape, and even his reactions to Jiang Yun's attacks had slowed.
This was the best possible moment.
Throughout this long and fierce battle, Jiang Yun had relied on his astonishing strength to destroy the Evil Emperor's body time and again.
Yet the Evil Emperor was like a tenacious phoenix. Every time his body was destroyed, he would swiftly re-form and be reborn atop that mysterious Sacrificial Altar.
However, after round after round of brutal attrition, the Evil Emperor was already utterly exhausted. His mental guard had gradually slackened, his focus in