A deafening roar erupted as Jiang Feng's spear collided with the Crescent Blade in Moon Demon God Agares's hand, a pinpoint of cold light bursting into a vast radiance.
Space itself groaned and shook violently. That strike had nearly shattered the void.
The blow finally forced the Moon Demon God back two steps. Only two steps, but they were proof of its power.
Jiang Feng, however, was in a far more battered state.
His external spiritual power had reached two hundred thousand, yet he still could not withstand the terrifying shock waves. They hurled him away and slammed him into the ground.
The impact cracked the earth and left an enormous crater.
Inside the crater, blood seeped from Jiang Feng's mouth and nose. Who knew how many bones he had broken?
Yet amid a series of sharp cracks like beans popping, his body rapidly healed itself. His wounds closed, his scabs fell away, and his broken bones rejoined on their own.
The pain had not even faded before all his injuries healed.
For an ordinary professional, even a ninth-order Saint would need a long time to heal injuries like these.
But Jiang Feng's wounds healed before even he could react.
It was as though they closed the moment he stopped paying attention.
High above, the Moon Demon God gazed down at Jiang Feng with cold eyes. By now, he was fighting without restraint.
He had discovered that the fellow before him simply would not die. No matter how severe his injuries, he recovered in moments.
It reminded him of a time in the Demon Emperor Palace, when A Bao had described an opponent to the Demon God Emperor with helpless frustration written all over his face.
The opponent had no fear of death-or rather, could not be killed at all-and