Pan Long's first slash missed. His second did not.
The Demon King in the guise of a burly man had never expected Pan Long to recover so quickly after being sent flying and crashing so hard. Instead of passing out or losing his bearings, Pan Long had seized the chance to strike.
The Cicada-Wing Saber was incomparably sharp, and Pan Long's Nine-Turn Mysterious Art was exceptionally deep and powerful. Though he had swung in haste, the blade's gleam extended more than two feet beyond its edge.
Caught off guard, the Demon King took the slash head-on.
Had his cultivation and vitality not been so great, the blow would have split him clean in two.
Only his skill saved him. At the last possible instant, he channeled his Magic Power to repair his body, reconnecting his devastated organs in a flash. He then bound his body together with Magic Power, narrowly avoiding being cut apart.
Even so, pain drenched him in sweat, and he could not hold back a wretched howl.
The aged Demon King hurried over in a gust of demonic wind. One glance at his companion's wound told him what had happened. He reached out a comically short arm and placed his hand on the burly Demon King's back.
Gray-green light welled from his hand and seeped into the burly Demon King's body like flowing water.
Within seconds, the terrible wound had healed completely. If not for his torn clothes and the blood still on his body, there would have been no sign he had ever been hurt.
"So you're a wolf and a jackal in league," Pan Long said coldly. He, too, had regained his feet. "One does the fighting, the other does the healing. You picked your roles well."
He had worked it out: the burly Demon