As long as he held out for five breaths, he could merge back into the Yin River.
Then whether to fight or flee would still be up to him, the Black Fox King!
The initiative in this game remained in his hands. His Spirit Transformation cultivation was his greatest asset.
The Black Fox King knocked aside another sweeping strike from the God-Slaying Spear and gave a low, savage laugh.
"What good did all your meticulous scheming do?"
"Tie Hengjiang's barrier is about to run out! Once I break free of the Northern Border Lock Seals, today will be your last chance to get close to me. After this, I will never face you head-on again. I will simply slaughter one battalion of yours every day and deny you peace for all eternity!"
At those words, Qing Chen suddenly stopped attacking.
The Black Fox King inwardly rejoiced, believing his attempt to unsettle Qing Chen had worked.
But the next moment, Qing Chen gave a sinister smile.
"Your rule traits, [Flow] to redirect attacks and [Erosion] to wear away magic power-unfortunately, neither is particularly profound."
"Did you think I kept trading blows with you merely to waste my magic power? I was paving the way!" Qing Chen's right hand frantically formed seals.
He had held off on using the Primordial Magnetism Cauldron not because he could not activate it, but to worsen the Black Fox King's injuries while planting strands of blood-magnetic qi mechanism on him.
"I have also figured out your rule traits."
"Die."
Qing Chen's Four Brahma Apertures vibrated simultaneously.
All the essence blood within his Brahma Apertures surged upward against its flow, turning into four streams of dark-gold blood flame that poured into his hands.
He burned all the essence blood in his Four Brahma Apertures!
Even with Qing