"Rip!!!"
Ye Hanjun's fleshly body—torn asunder.
The onlookers were startled, never expecting him to die so effortlessly.
But in the next second, as King Yan's avatar from Copper Column Hell disappeared, Ye Hanjun appeared again, his body without a single wound, his expression utterly unfazed.
"He still has the Ability of immortality? How are we supposed to fight this?"
Guan Cunyan's tongue was tied in a knot, inwardly doubting; he, a Saint who had only recently advanced to the 9th Rank, might not even last a hundred moves.
This man was truly terrifying. What kind of divine being could raise such an abnormal progeny?
"Avici Hell, manifest!"
Sacrificing a life to seize another opportunity, Ye Hanjun this time targeted not the Nine Deaths Cicada, but the Corpse Oil Lamp.
Through a series of battles, he had already figured out Mang Hao's patterns of combat.
To directly defeat the Nine Deaths Cicada was as hard as finding a needle in a haystack, time-consuming and fruitless.
