Chapter 1235 Power of Holy Rhino (2/2)

Seeing Xie Qing King come, Saint Fan did not seem to care. It was a king spirit that had come running out to fight, after all.

Xie Qing King ran before a king spirit of the enemy and unleashed a barrage of punches. The enemy's fists were very quick, and they were able to repel every single hit. The enemy's fists were like shields.

Pang!

Xie Qing King punched a little harder and broke the fist-shield. Then, another salvo of punches was unleashed.

The king spirit didn't seem to care much about the punches it was being delivered, though, and it sought to launch a punch of its own at Xie Qing King's head.

Fortunately, his power did not match Xie Qing King's power. With a boost, Xie Qing King's fist was driven into the enemy spirit's chest, while the enemy spirit's punch was thrown into Xie Qing King's head.

A hole was smashed into the king spirit's body as Xie Qing King's fist ripped clean through. And when the king spirit's own fist came into contact with Xie Qing King, it did nothing. The power seemed to have been nullified when it came into contact with the silver light that veiled Xie Qing King.

”Get back to me once you've practiced the art of punching walls for a hundred thousand years in a dreadfully boring incarceration... matey,” Xie Qing King said.

Everyone, witnessing Xie Qing King's coolness and ferociousness in taking the fight to the enemy, were given the hope they needed, but had struggled to find before now.

Saint Fan didn't care much for his subordinate's death, though, as the Holy Rhino's horn began to shine. Immediately, the spirit Xie Qing King had thought to have killed stood up and healed back to full health.

”Our fight is not over,” the king spirit cackled.

Xie Qing King frowned, and he looked to be filled with a murderous rage. He approached the king spirit again. To this, Saint Fan waved his hand, a command to the rest of his companions to begin fighting.

Seeing Saint Fan not want to fight himself, Han Sen responded by commanding Purple Emperor and the rest to deal with the army.

The opponent only had seven king class elites with him, while Saint Fan and the rhino stayed out of the fighting. Purple Emperor, Xie Qing King, and Little Angel were very strong, and they were swiftly able to take control of the battleground.

But Han Sen soon found out that this was pointless. The Holy Rhino was able to heal all the forces that were beaten down, making it impossible to keep the dead, dead.

”It is no wonder they are not afraid to die! Injuries don't stick,” Han Sen told himself, while frowning.

”Alu-Alu-Alu!” Xie Qing King's fists were like a couple of silver suns now, as they pummeled the daylight out of the spirit in front of him again. He had torn through every shield and beaten the spirit into a wretched, mangled mess on the floor, ready to be smashed.