"Heh!"
Zhao Gang let out a savage laugh, his eyes flashing with ecstasy.
When he saw his Corrosive Light Pillar graze Tingfeng, and watched the blood trickle from the corner of his opponent’s mouth as his health bar dipped slightly, the tension that had stretched Zhao Gang’s nerves to their breaking point instantly vanished.
"Die!"
He roared and accelerated again, the combination of his Shadow Battle Blade and Range Magic growing even more vicious. He was certain that as long as he maintained this relentless, all-out bombardnt, he could quickly drain Tingfeng’s Blood Volu and utterly crush the man who killed his brother!
Then, a deep purple Abyssal Fire Rain cascaded down, exploding into clouds of corrosive black mist as it struck the ground. A crimson swamp spread through the cracks in the floor tiles, every inch of it glowing with an eerie light capable of dissolving tal.
Zhao Gang’s eyes were crimson, the buff auras around him stacked so densely they overlapped. His Shadow Battle Blades beca two black whirlwinds as he successively unleashed his close combat skills, Abyssal Slash and Double-Bladed Strangulation. The wind from his blades, laced with poison and Corrosive Power, forced Qin Feng to fall back, parrying every blow.
At the sa ti, he slamd his left hand onto the ground and roared, activating the Range Magic: Shadow Cage. Several thick Shadow Tentacles erupted from the earth, snaking toward Qin Feng’s limbs. Behind Qin Feng, countless fissures split open in the stone wall, and a dense barrage of Shadow Flying Needles shot out, cutting off every path of escape.
Qin Feng pushed his Phantom Step Technique to its absolute limit, his figure weaving between the rain of fire and the flying needles. The silver glow of his Beheading Sword flared as he fully activated his Blocking Damage Reduction. Each swing of his sword precisely deflected the Shadow Flying Needles and severed the encroaching tentacles.
CLANG!
He blocked a heavy Abyssal Slash from Zhao Gang. Divine Energy and Abyssal Power collided in an explosive burst, the impact making his hand go numb and his health bar quiver.
Just as he dodged the grasping Shadow Tentacles, three Abyssal Fireballs ca crashing down from above.
Qin Feng’s eyes narrowed. Without hesitation, he spent a large amount of stamina to activate Divine Gift: Extre Evasion. His body instantly beca a faint golden phantom, grazing the edge of the fireballs by a hair’s breadth. The searing, corrosive heatwave singed the hem of his clothes black, but in such a chaotic environnt, he failed to et the conditions for a Perfect Evasion and couldn’t trigger Bullet Ti to slow the flow of ti.
Then, in the next second, Zhao Gang’s twin blades were slashing at his face. At the sa ti, the crimson swamp on the ground surged violently, and a Corrosive Light Pillar shot straight toward his lower back!
Qin Feng could only twist aside, using his Beheading Sword to block the twin blades. But his back was grazed by Zhao Gang’s Corrosive Light Pillar. His Holy Light Halo flickered violently, and his health bar instantly dropped a chunk.
He then used the force of the impact to retreat quickly. With a horizontal sweep of his blade, he unleashed a blast of Divine Energy that ford a wall of light, temporarily blocking the oncoming Shadow Flying Needles. Despite this, a trickle of blood escaped the corner of his mouth.
It couldn’t be helped. Under such a continuous barrage of area-of-effect attacks, even the most advanced Close Combat Skills couldn’t stop the inevitable attrition from an assault with no blind spots.
"Die! Die! Just die for !"
Zhao Gang looked completely possessed, his roars shaking the stone walls of the basent.
His eyes were crimson, his Shadow Battle Blades a frantic blur in his hands. He unleashed one Range Magic spell after another as if they were free. Abyssal Fire Rain, a corrosive swamp, and Shadow Flying Needles bombarded Qin Feng in waves. The dense onslaught of attacks wove a web of death that trapped Qin Feng completely, giving him no room to breathe.
Under such a furious, overwhelming assault, Qin Feng was indeed unable to mount an effective counterattack. He could only rely on his exquisite footwork and Divine Gift: Extre Evasion to make one narrow escape after another. The Holy Light Halo around him flickered erratically as it was corroded, and blood continuously trickled from the corner of his mouth.
But soon, Zhao Gang’s roars beca tinged with shock and doubt, and his assault subconsciously slowed by half a beat.
’Wait!’
’Sothing’s not right!’
’With such a dense, wide-ranging bombardnt, even an Abyssal Creature of the sa rank would have been worn down and killed by now. But not only is Qin Feng still standing, he can even calmly parry my close-combat rushes!’
He stared intently at Qin Feng’s health bar, which was still holding strong, and his mind reeled in shock.
’This guy... just how much Blood Volu does he have!?’
’Don’t tell his Blood Volu is even more ridiculous than mine—an Abyssal Apostle with well over five hundred thousand Blood Volu!?’
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