In another lightning-fast clash, Meng Chuan and the Undying Netherworld Emperor broke apart and stood on opposite sides of the chaos, staring each other down.
Meng Chuan was in poor shape. His Quasi-Immortal Emperor Dao Fire blazed with dazzling brilliance, and that was no good sign.
For it was burning Meng Chuan's life as well.
Bloody holes riddled his undying body. Faint flames of death burned in them, too weak to flare up but impossible to extinguish.
The worst wound to his flesh was a fist-sized hole through his chest. It had pierced straight through his heart!
His Primordial Spirit was weaker still, so insubstantial it seemed on the verge of dissolving altogether.
"Again." Meng Chuan's expression did not change despite his wounds. He wanted to fight on.
Until the Netherworld Emperor died, the battle would not end.
"Heh... cough, cough!" The Undying Netherworld Emperor had barely begun to sneer when he broke into violent coughing, hacking up mouthfuls of deathly blood.
He was no better off than Meng Chuan. Wounds covered him from head to toe, and a bloody line circled his neck where Meng Chuan's hand-blade had cut off his head!
A bloody hole marked the center of his brow, once pierced by Meng Chuan's Divine Ability.
Both were nearly spent, their lamps running dry. A Quasi-Immortal Emperor wielded creation, life, and death. When they had first begun fighting, wounds like these would have meant little; even reduced to flying ash, they could have returned in moments.
But now their mana, Primordial Spirit power, bodily strength, and every other reserve had been squeezed almost dry.
"Dao Shi, Dao Shi... what a Dao Shi you are!" Blood ran from the Undying Netherworld Emperor's mouth as he spoke.
"If you advanced to Mid God Emperor, I would be no match