"The thirty-ninth life! Hahaha! I want to see how many more tricks you have to resurrect!"
Wu Liang once again used the ability of the Hanged Ghost to ambush Ghost Valley, instantly hanging him in mid-air, then laughed out loud at the sky, not pausing his verbal attacks for a moment.
The two battled under the watchful eyes of all the city's citizens for a full half hour.
By now, Wu Liang's body was covered in blood, solidified then soaked again, repeating this cycle. In this state, his whole body's color gradually shifted from bright red to a darker, almost blackish red.
His shirt had long been torn to shreds and vanished, his clenched fists were a mass of flesh and blood with glimpses of white bone, and his chest was full of various wounds, indistinguishable whether they were his own blood or his enemies'.
Even his once fluffy, slightly curled hair was drooping against his head like crystal.
