Chapter 292: Bow or Die
Deathblade's eyes widened behind his skull mask, completely dumbfounded by what he was seeing right in front of him.
The deep, bone-revealing cuts that had just been carved into Rhain's arms and chest were healing.
The torn muscle fibers and shredded skin were actively knitting back together at a speed visible to the naked eye.
'Impossible!' Deathblade screamed in his mind, 'Even a mid-stage Domain Master would need days of intensive meditation to heal from the Rending Storm Devastation! What kind of monstrous physique is this?'
It defied all logical laws of cultivation.
But Rhain did not give him a single second to process the shock.
He had paid a heavy price for this exact opening, and he was not about to let it slip.
Rhain abruptly pulled back the pressure of his heavy broadsword, his left hand curling into a fist as a vortex of pitch-black essence instantly gathered around his knuckles.
Void Fist. Second Form.
