'How could he... be this strong?!'
'This guy... could he have devoured Earth Immortal Cells?!'
A look of disbelief flashed in the Alchemist's eyes as blood streamed from his nose and mouth. He had no choice but to push his Penglai Technique to its absolute limit, recovering his body at the fastest possible speed.
Half-kneeling on the ground, he raised his head and stared in shock at the tall figure, who remained in the posture of having just struck.
Baleful flames filled the sky, a throne materializing at his back.
CRACK! CRACK!
His arm regenerated at an unimaginable speed, but his body trembled slightly. The optimism he felt before was completely gone.
'Trying to win by attrition is completely out of the question!'
'If I take a few more hits like that, not even the Penglai Technique will be able to save me.'
'My body would be beaten to a pulp. Not even an Immortal could save me then!'
