At this point, Deng Zhaohuang could only take the beating, protecting his vital points as he dodged and barely managing to avoid serious injury.
Yun Che's punches grew faster and faster. The power of the final three forms of Divine Intent Fist stacked layer upon layer, each punch carrying the might to destroy everything.
Deng Zhaohuang's Divine Power was being consumed far faster than it recovered, and the shock on his face gradually gave way to a trace of panic.
He tried activating Silent Heaven's domain suppression, only to discover that no matter how much he strengthened his domain, his opponent always remained fifty percent stronger. It was utterly stifling.
"Damn it, how exactly is he doing this?" Deng Zhaohuang gritted his teeth in fury, and a hint of regret arose in his heart. If he had not come after the man before him, would he have avoided all this trouble? It was all because he had gotten too full of himself after his resurrection.
Seizing the instant his opponent became distracted, Yun Che abruptly changed the direction of his punch. While circulating the Star-Stealing Dao Scripture to absorb Star Power, he slammed his fist hard into Deng Zhaohuang's chest.
With a sharp crack, Deng Zhaohuang's breastbone shattered. He spat out a great mouthful of golden Divine Blood and flew backward like a kite with its string cut, smashing through a stretch of spatial barriers in the distance.
"Cough! I understand now. It's his Domain Power! He can replicate my domain and wield power fifty percent greater than mine!"
Deng Zhaohuang coughed up blood repeatedly. Now that he understood, his heart filled with shock and jealousy. Why had a mere Spirit God comprehended such a miraculous God's Domain?
Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately dispersed his God's Domain and stared