Although Qi Hu appeared somewhat fatigued, he still refused to show weakness. A warrior like him never submits.
For him, defeat is a disgrace, even in death, he would fight gloriously, shedding blood across the firmament.
Moreover, at this moment, he was not truly at the end of his rope. Although the earlier clash seemed desperate, it was not that he was entirely powerless to retaliate.
Just as Chi Wu True Immortal made another move, Qi Hu roared, unleashing terrifying power all around him.
The White Tiger Divine Saber appeared once more, its slender blade reflected the roaring phantom of a white tiger, shimmering with cold light.
"No matter how your Divine Abilities transform, I have but one slash and it can break them!" Qi Hu's face twisted with ferocity, cold and unyielding, letting the opponent's punch blast forth.
