The battle instinct within the opponent's body was like an immortal longsword that hadn't seen the light of day for ten thousand years, and it was being gradually cleaned of its dust.
Although Xuanyuan thought this, he mockingly said, "Six 'two hours' have passed, and you still cannot claim victory? This Giant Spearman is merely one of the soldiers in my army's formation."
Chen Ji, while panting, looked at the Giant Spearman and said with a smile, "He's not very good at talking, don't mind him, you're very impressive, it's normal not being able to defeat you."
Xuanyuan raised his eyebrows.
Chen Ji appeared tired, having fought fiercely for six 'two hours', the Giant Spearman was able to stand here vigorously again and again, but he couldn't.
Every single minute and second was torture for him at this moment.
How many times had he died within a day?
Forty times? Or sixty?
He couldn't remember.
