"An eye for an eye!"
"He who creates suffering shall eventually embrace it."
Xuanjian stood tall, a blood hole also present in his chest.
But his expression was serene, as if finding joy in his suffering and almost as if savoring the pain.
"An ascetic monk indeed!"
The Black Wing Venerable was rendered speechless.
The Endless Sea of Suffering Dharma Form, bizarre to the extreme, returned the favor using the aggressor's own methods.
Any injury inflicted on Xuanjian would be experienced by the attacker in equal measure.
Thus, the only way to win against the Endless Sea of Suffering Dharma Form was quite clear, a contest of who had thicker blood.
It's a race to see whose health bar hits zero first!
Whoever has thicker blood will have the last laugh.
With formidable enemies surrounding him, the Black Wing Venerable naturally didn't dare to engage in a life-or-death struggle with Xuanjian.
Fortunately!
