The more his blood was drained, the stronger he became.
Crack!
Qi Yuan's blood flowed, but he simply wouldn't die.
With an effortless slash, enhanced by Death's Radiance and below Feng Ti's chest, he opened up a vast gash from which copious blood gushed out.
A look of disbelief appeared on Feng Ti's face, but his stubborn mouth uttered, "Just the end of a spent force."
In the void, he multiplied into thousands, all attacking Qi Yuan at once.
Although he could revive after dying, each life was precious to him, a huge price had to be paid to gain it.
Moreover, it wasn't truly infinite.
The battle raged on.
Feng Ti's expression shifted from once calm to anxious and then to irritation and confusion.
"Just a little more, just a little more!"
He felt like Qi Yuan was an old man, a candle in the wind whose life force could extinguish at any moment.
Yet, that little bit, he couldn't harvest.
