"Finally... killed."
Ci Jing spoke wearily.
The battle with Zhu Yan was extremely difficult to win.
These two Yang God Great Demons fought each other in the most brutal way, exchanging injury for injury, life for life. The Vermilion Bird paid the price of losing two iron wings to achieve this bloody victory.
The sea of fire slowly dissipated.
Ci Jing looked at Xie Xuanyi with a complex expression. Without Xie Xuanyi, he would have undoubtedly lost this battle.
Even though it was a "hard-won victory," the Undying Spring Water Vapor was nourishing Ci Jing's body, rapidly healing his numerous wounds...
"You kid..."
Ci Jing sighed deeply, hesitating for a long time.
He was a demon who cared about face.
After years of arduous cultivation, he had finally reached the Yang God Realm.
Yet in the fight with Zhu Yan, he had to "rely" on a mere Yin God junior...
The words of gratitude were difficult to utter.
But it was, after all, a life-saving grace.
