Without hesitation, Qing Yang pulled up two long horns and charged at Jing Hong, but staggered underfoot, nearly falling!
His fighting style was incredibly fierce, exchanging injuries for injuries, life for life. Previously, when battling Jing Hong, he had used this same tactic.
Jing Hong's movement was swift and attacks rapid, but in terms of mana, Qing Yang had the advantage with the spiritual and form power of the twenty-eight peaks of Taihua Mountain and eighty-eight Demon Peaks. Combined with his reckless fighting style, he could secure victory.
Now, his physical body was scarred and heavily injured, incapable of another battle.
Moreover, even if he could, he couldn't find Jing Hong's vital point, not knowing how to kill this bizarre creature of evil transformation.
"Whizz—"
A long sword, drawing dazzling rosy clouds, flew past him. The sword broke through the air at incredible speed, it was precisely Chen Shi who had conjured it.
