687 Brutal Torture! (1/2)

Yun Yang did not dodge or flinch in the slightest. With a shout, he raised his saber to hack right at the target's face. There were no fancy tricks involved – it was a pure, simple strike!

Subsequently, with a huge clang ringing in the air, Ouyang Xiaoshe fell and rolled into the blazing waves once more.

Ouyang Xiaoshe's actual cultivation base was far higher than that of Yun Yang; he was already an intermediate of Dao realm. However, after using up most of it, and add the fact that he had been submerged in the blazing heat continuously for six full hours, he was almost at the point of withering.

An arrow released at the fullest force would not be able to penetrate its thinnest target when its speed had reached the end point. Now, he faced Yun Yang, who had the help of Emmie and who was complemented by his divine art. Furthermore, Yun Yang had been waiting patiently to strike when his opponent was worn out. The trade-off was enough to question - how could Ouyang Xiaoshe still be a worthy opponent to Yun Yang?

Furthermore, Ouyang Xiaoshe was enveloped in no less than hundreds of burnt wounds, and there were shiny blisters covering his entire body; at a glance, he resembled a human-shaped bunch of grapes.

The reactive force from two of Yun Yang's deflections earlier had already ruptured dozens of the blisters on his skin. Pus and fluids squirted out, and his flesh dangled and flapped against his body. The pain was excruciating, penetrating all the way to his bones.

He was sent flying again by Yun Yang's deflection and almost landed on his bottom in the pile of embers again. Shuddering at the thought, his head cleared up and without wasting a moment more, he gathered himself and charged forward once more.

He could clearly tell that his previous judgment was severely skewed. He did not know how Supreme Cloud managed to do it - the bizarre phenomena summoned earlier did not seem to have taken up much of his Qi. At the very least, he was never a worthy rival at a full-frontal assault, and his opponent never intended to end his life after sending him flying away again and again. Clearly, he was being toyed with.

He had to think of a way to leave this fiery zone, or else, with the continuous attacks by his opponent, he would just be thrown back into the embers again and again.

If that was the case, being burnt alive was his only way out of this.

In view of this fact, he lashed out like a mad tiger, propelling whatever remaining Qi or vigor left in his body in a frenzied attack, breaking out at full force!

Although Ouyang Xiaoshe charged like a mad tiger as he prepared to brawl, Yun Yang could still stop his blows due to his heavily wounded state which had limited his combat abilities, forcing him back to pile of embers again. Unexpectedly, Yun Yang suddenly ceased his defensive measures, and retreated thousands of feet away, getting further and further away from the blaze.

Although it was still abnormally hot, the current atmosphere was still bearable – not to the extent of being incinerated to death.

Ouyang Xiaoshe, who had consumed the last of his energy, slumped into an exhausted state just as he dashed out from the sea of blazing fire. He thought he had completely understood his opponent's strategy - to fight it out there and then and to never to let him escape from the inferno.

He never expected his opponent to yield. However, just as he lapsed into a state of confusion, he was overwhelmed by a wave of fatigue.

The sprint earlier had been sustained by the diminishing basic Qi reserved in his body. The expected powerful block had not been executed, and the breath he held in preparation for it had dissipated without his control. Subsequently, he could not even support himself without stumbling as stars circled above his head - he was dying from exhaustion!

”Tired? Do you wish for some water?” Yun Yang called out from the other side.

”Y-You'll... give me water?” Ouyang Xiaoshe could not restrain himself from licking his lips. ”Will you be so gracious?”

He was already exhausted to the core, but upon hearing 'water', he instantly felt as if his insides were on fire once again.

Yun Yang nodded his head. ”I am always gracious. If you want some water, I'll give you some water!”

Before his voice faded away, a loud roar could suddenly be heard. The heaven's river then appeared amongst the clouds, flowing in reverse, as a pearly, white waterfall stretched from the skies to the ground, its waters pouring downwards in a torrent.

Ouyang Xiaoshe was absolutely ecstatic. He opened his mouth as wide as he could almost instinctively, and gulped down the water without a care in the world.

At this very moment, he would gladly succumb to it even if the water was poisoned.

Yun Yang observed coldly from the corner, allowing Ouyang Xiaoshe to drink to his heart's content. The latter's severely blistered face broke into a smile. ”Supreme Cloud, you are a true gentleman... Just for this water, I, Ouyang Xiaoshe, shall be indebted to you, even though we are mortal enemies.”

Yun Yang wore a very malicious smile as replied. ”Indebted? There is no need for that. Furthermore, I am no gentleman... I only hope that you'll be able to accept my kind intentions!”

Ouyang Xiaoshe was speechless.

He instantly felt that something was not right, yet, he could not pinpoint what exactly was wrong.