With the deciding factor gone, the balance of the game was preserved. Yet, the scent of fire was strong in the underground laboratory. All it needed was a little spark to set an explosion to the entire space. The tension was high. 

The prehistoric chosen one rippled in silence in the underground laboratory. “I don’t understand why you fancy physical vessels. It’s bound to make you vulnerable.” 

Zhu Xuanyue replied with equal coldness. “I hate the cold. Real bodies bring me warmth. Warm blood, warm food and real sensations. How long have you not felt that? I’m guessing you have long forgotten what it feels like but you’re not deserving of it. You deserve to be curled up in a dark icy corner for aeons.” 

The black-robed man scoffed. He narrowed his eyes. “I don’t care about mortal feelings like that. My power is all I care about. Do you really think you can fight me in this state?” 

Zhu Xuanyue replied, “You were indeed the victor of our last two battles. But I was starving before. There’s no way you can defeat me now.” 

“Really?” The man cackled lightly. “Guess I got to see that myself.” 

“You’ll regret this.”...