More and more blood seeped from the King of Reincarnation's skin, turning him into a figure of blood. King's Blood fell into the sea as though it cost nothing.
Even the kings who had drawn down Divine Souls not long ago probably hadn't shed this much blood.
Jiang Chen watched with a frown.
Before long, he noticed the flow beginning to slow, but there wasn't a trace of joy on his face. By his reckoning, this might mean the King of Reincarnation's blood had run dry.
The man remained utterly motionless, sitting cross-legged like a stone statue.
A hollow sound came from his chest, like the blowing of bellows.
"Ignoring it completely and letting it blow through him-is that how he's fighting the wind calamity?" Jiang Chen winced. He understood that the King of Reincarnation might have lost more than his blood. All his internal organs might already have been blown to dust.
His vitality grew very faint, but he was still pressing on with his breakthrough.
At a certain moment, the sound inside the King of Reincarnation vanished without a trace, as though it had never existed. Jiang Chen breathed a sigh of relief, realizing he had endured it.
But then another change struck.
The King of Reincarnation's body suddenly collapsed into a puddle of sludge, as though something had corroded and softened his bones.
"Water floods the second dhyana, corroding bones and rotting the spirit. Why are these three calamities coming in reverse order?"
Jiang Chen murmured to himself.
This time, the King of Reincarnation once again did something astonishing. He condensed strands of enduring Sword Intent and drove them into his body one after another, utterly unconcerned as his skin and flesh split open.
The Sword Intent formed a skeleton, and his body finally straightened again.
But