How sturdy is the Evil Spirit King's Vajra Drill? If it weren't for the protection of the Purple Micro Battle Armor's gauntlet, Qin Yu's fist would likely be ruined!
Even so, Qin Yu's fist was still dripping with fresh blood, and his arm felt sore.
Of course, the Evil Spirit King was faring even worse—all of Qin Yu's strikes were landing on his head! Returning from an ineffectual attack, his head swelled with numerous large bumps!
What's worse, the Evil Spirit King's energy was continuously declining!
Qin Yu placed his hands behind his back, rubbing them lightly, and said with a smile, "Evil Spirit King, it seems your energy is continuously declining. I'm giving you one last chance, seal yourself for a millennium!
Otherwise, don't blame me for obliterating your very soul!"
A fierce look flashed across the Evil Spirit King's face; he knew that Qin Yu's fists were in bad shape, but those were just minor injuries!
Yet his energy kept weakening!
