“Hai!” Yang Qi shouted, thrusting both fists out to meet Bright Fatality, sending him spinning backward like a top. Yang Qi had already begun assimilating the true energy that had been sent into him. After all, the Myriad Gods Holy Pilgrimage Energy Art was cultivated by absorbing the power of myriad gods. And of course, the Strength of the Hell-Crushing Godmammoth was the pure bane of such techniques.

Every time Bright Fatality hit him, he was able to simply assimilate the force of the blows that coursed through his meridians.

His Heaven and Earth Furnace was working overtime as it began melting the influx of true energy. As a result, his power index was climbing, and his fist strikes were already becoming more powerful than before.

‘This punk seems to be getting stronger as we fight. Isn't he ever going to run out of power? Why is each fist strike more devastating than the previous?’ Bright Fatality had already wasted a lot of true energy, and despite launching one attack after another, he didn’t seem to be making headway....