In a camp within the Demon City territory, the Blade Emperor coughed up a mouthful of blood. Swaying unsteadily, he managed to stay on his feet only by using his saber as a cane!
Five meters away, he looked at the red-haired old man who was in a similar state to him, and said weakly, "Our strengths are matched, and after fighting for a full day and night, we are both severely injured. If we keep fighting, it's bound to end in mutual destruction. Why are you so obsessed with having to kill me?"
The Blade Emperor was extremely depressed!
Beyond depressed!
He didn't like killing, and after arriving on the battlefield, he had mostly just stayed on the sidelines without killing a single person!
Yet this red-haired old coot had come charging over, dead set on destroying him. He had no choice but to fight back, only to find themselves at a standstill right from the start!
This kind of battle where neither could do anything to the other was completely pointless!
Yet the red-haired old man acted like a lunatic, insisting on continuing the fight. The two of them had gone at it for a full day and night, leaving both battered and bruised!
Chapter 321