No hope for eternal life

Chapter 288 Die together

Seeing that Ji Muzhi had run out of talismans, Feng Yingjie smiled grimly and said, "Just wait. When your talismans are exhausted, that will be the time of death."

Ji Muzhi's expression remained unchanged, and he continued to throw out the talismans in his hand one after another, as if he was determined to consume Feng Yingjie.

Feng Yingjie relied on his strong body to withstand all the attacks. He was not afraid of consumption because he could quickly recover from it with top-grade spirit stones.

Just when the two were in a stalemate, Ji Muzhi suddenly changed his tactics and activated two fourth-grade primary talismans at the same time. Moreover, these two talismans were extremely special and had complementary properties, and the attack power increased sharply.

Although Feng Yingjie thought he had a sure win, he never dared to relax. He noticed the change in Ji Muzhi's attack and changed his tactics accordingly.

"Blood is burning." Feng Yingjie roared. He was practicing the authentic Nine Transformations of the Flesh. At this moment, he used the Blood Transformation Secret Technique to burn his blood and blocked Ji Muzhi's attack. Seeing that his killing move did not work, Ji Muzhi's face finally changed, and his movements became a little flustered.

Feng Yingjie maintained the secret technique of blood and qi transformation, speeding up at the cost of burning his blood essence, narrowing the distance between him and Ji Muzhi, and he couldn't wait to twist off Ji Muzhi's head.

Seeing Feng Yingjie gradually catching up, Ji Muzhi had to burn his blood and essence to speed up.

Seeing Ji Muzhi's speed increase, Feng Yingjie was extremely happy, guessing that Ji Muzhi had also burned his blood essence.

Although he was also burning his essence and blood, Feng Yingjie was not afraid at all, because the secret technique of Nine Transformations of the Physical Body could quickly restore the burned essence and blood, allowing him to burn his essence and blood for a longer time.

The situation was just as Feng Yingjie had predicted. As time passed, Ji Muzhi had to stop burning his blood and essence, and his speed also dropped.

After the speed slowed down, Ji Muzhi could only try to use the talisman to stop Feng Yingjie's steps again, but the talisman had long been proven to be useless, and Feng Yingjie was still approaching him.

Finally, Feng Yingjie finally got the distance he wanted, and his wings could sweep Ji Muzhi.

So Feng Yingjie took decisive action and swept Ji Muzhi's neck with one wing. He wanted to behead him directly.

At this critical moment, Ji Muzhi did something that most of the monks watching the battle could not understand.

Ji Muzhi did not use talismans to resist the attack, but chose to stretch out his hands and open his arms, as if to embrace Feng Yingjie's wings.

Feng Yingjie saw this and his heart was alarmed. His combat instinct was warning him frantically: "Not good."

But it was too late. Before Feng Yingjie could react, Ji Muzhi had already hugged Feng Yingjie's wings tightly.

Immediately afterwards, Ji Muzhi used his hands as a knife and chopped the soft spots on the wings.

"Screech!" Feng Yingjie screamed in pain. He knew that he had fallen into a trap. It was true that Ji Muzhi was a talisman master, but the other party was also a body refining cultivator whose level of cultivation was no less than his own. Everything that had happened before was for this moment.

Feng Yingjie no longer had time to be shocked. He had to make a choice and take the initiative to break his wings to avoid suffering a greater blow from Ji Muzhi.

After breaking his wings, Feng Yingjie finally escaped from Ji Muzhi's "arms".

But Ji Mu's methods had been exposed, so he naturally would not give Feng Yingjie a chance to breathe. He chased Feng Yingjie all the way, punching Feng Yingjie again and again.

"Good..." There were cheers from the human race. They seemed to have seen Ji Muzhi's victory.

However, Mu Changsheng did not cheer, but stared at the competition on the field. He had practiced the Nine Transformations of the Flesh Body, so he was more aware of the situation on the field: "Ji Muzhi did hurt Feng Yingjie, but his burning of blood essence before was not fake. The Nine Transformations of the Flesh Body can make the blood essence of the practitioner deeper, so Feng Yingjie still has a great advantage in burning blood essence."

On the court, Feng Yingjie quickly adjusted his state and no longer passively took the beating. Instead, he fought hard with Ji Muzhi. Now both sides have their own advantages, and it is hard to say who will win or lose.

The battle between the two body-refining monks was extremely simple and brutal. It was a bloody fight with slaps and punches. It depended on whose body was tougher and who could hold out the longest.

As a result, the battle on the field became completely stalemate, with both sides fighting bloody and madly. Not only did they carry the glory of their respective families, they also represented the human race and the demon race respectively, and both had reasons not to lose.

Slowly, the attack speeds of Ji Muzhi and Feng Yingjie slowed down. This was not a break, but they were both seriously injured and their conditions had deteriorated seriously.

But the closer it gets to this point, the more we cannot retreat, because if one side retreats, it will surely be hit hard by the opponent. The only way is to attack back and fight to the end.

By the final stage, both sides were fighting entirely on the strength of their own willpower to keep their bodies standing. Although their attacks became slower and slower, they never stopped. To the monks watching the battle, it looked like two mortals with no skills were fighting each other.

But the monks from both sides watching the battle not only did not feel bored, but stared at the two figures on the field, cheering for their respective sides.

All the monks present were moved by the strong will of both sides in the battle!

The final winner was finally revealed. Ji Muzhi delivered the final punch to Feng Yingjie, and Feng Yingjie also gave Ji Muzhi the final blow with his claws.

Then, both sides fell down. They were so exhausted that they didn't even have the strength to stand up.

At this moment, all the monks knew that the one who stood up first would most likely win this brutal competition.

As a result, the monks from both the human and demon camps were shouting frantically: "Stand up, stand up..."

This shout seemed to have some effect, and both sides on the field were struggling to get up, but the results were completely opposite.

After struggling, Ji Muzhi fell completely to the ground, motionless.

The human cultivators felt a chill in their hearts. Although they were unable to detect the situation on the field, they could tell that Ji Muzhi had died of exhaustion.

On the other hand, Feng Yingjie, although the process was very difficult, he still struggled to stand up. Seeing Ji Muzhi lying on the ground opposite him, he smiled arrogantly: "Victory must belong to our demon race..."

Then, Feng Yingjie's voice suddenly stopped, and then he fell to the ground without a sound. When Feng Yingjie realized that he had won, his tense spirit and will finally relaxed and released, and also led him to death.

"The demon tribe wins." Ao Jia announced the result of the competition expressionlessly.

There was indeed nothing wrong with this result. Although many human cultivators felt sorry for it, they also knew that Ji Muzhi had tried his best and it was an honor to lose.

Afterwards, Yu Daoling from the demon clan and Ji Tianyu from the human clan came down at the same time and took back the bodies of Feng Yingjie and Ji Muzhi respectively.

The human race lost three games in a row, a result that no one had expected before the war began. If they continued to lose like this, they might not be able to make it to the twelfth game.

Suddenly, a young monk standing in the crowd of people from Lingshan Sect trembled and shouted in dismay: "This is courting death. I don't want to compete anymore. I admit defeat. I admit defeat."

Everyone present looked grim upon hearing this, because this young cultivator was the representative of the human race who would fight in the next battle at the peak of the Golden Core realm, Wang Tianhuan from the Wang family.

Wang Tianhua was also a member of the Wang family. He immediately stood up and reprimanded: "Shut up. Even if you die, you must die standing. This competition is of great importance. You can't just admit defeat if you say so."