The battle raged on, reaching a point of madness.
Yinghuo exerted his full strength, furiously clashing with Sun Wukong and Yang Jian.
The blood-red halberd in his hands had several notches, nearly destroyed in the combat.
All three were covered in blood, with Yang Jian looking particularly disheveled, sporting a massive wound on his chest that had almost cleaved him in two.
Had it not been for his Mysterious Skill protecting him, his mighty flesh would have suffered a severe blow from that strike.
Even Sun Wukong had been bisected at the waist, but endowed with an Undying Body, he showed no fear at all.
Yinghuo glared at the two of them, viciously declaring, "Dare you face me in single combat?"
Sun Wukong didn't even bother to acknowledge him, his attacks growing even more fierce.
Single combat, what a joke. This was a life-or-death struggle, not a contest of skills.
As long as they could kill Yinghuo, the means were unimportant.
