Pretending To Be A Boss-Chapter 683 - 65: Does the Phoenix Die or Not?_3

In the boundless darkness of the sun-swallowing event, the Mystical Bird flitted about restlessly and in disarray.

Tang Xian indeed hadn't expected the Mystical Bird to see through him so easily; he shook his head and said,

"Right now, I'm like a plaster on your skin; you won't find it so easy to tear me off!"

The effects of the Nether Flame were growing weaker, and Tang Xian's current fighting style was somewhat reminiscent of Tang's, which relied on an astonishing vitality to first endure the enemy's fierce attacks. If Tang were around to assist during this process, there would essentially be no suspense.

If throughout this process, the adversary continually overlooked him, then there would be no suspense either.

Tang Xian would not let slip any opportunity.

His attack speed had greatly increased compared to several months ago, and his combat values had also grown significantly through hunting.

These improvements were insignificant before the metrics of a cataclysmic entity, but for Tang Xian, even a minor increase in resilience could equate to a tremendous boost in combat effectiveness.

For a moment, both the Gold-Breaking Beast and Bai Mansheng ceased their battle, as they simultaneously realized that the outcome between the Mystical Bird and Tang Xian would determine the victor of this hunt.

Wails of agony from the Mystical Bird continued to emanate from within the black mist.

To the Gold-Breaking Beast, the Phoenix's mournful cries rang harshly in its ears, yet for Bai Mansheng, they were sublimely sweet.

She had never imagined that her side might actually have a chance to win in this brutal battle!

At last, the black mist dissipated. The gargantuan body of the Mystical Bird slowly landed on the ground.

"Do you think you've won?"

"I've always disdained the so-called phoenix; true death is just that, death. 'Undying' is, at most, entering a special state when on the verge of demise. But I'm sorry, before my fist, all beings are equal!"

Tang Xian threw down his fist.

The Mystical Bird, at death's door, let out a mocking laugh.

Its feathers instantly turned silvery-gray at that moment.

As if it had been soaked in the waters of the Nether River.

"You're right, of course, but even the power of Eden must abide by my rules. Once I step into Spiritual Purgatory, you will be powerless against me."

Being able to pull someone into Spiritual Purgatory through a Death Ray-like method.

Being able to burn one's soul with blue flames. Being able to automatically step into Spiritual Purgatory to draw strength when on the brink of death.

These were the abilities of the Mystical Bird, which in a sense, truly made it undying.

It had realized that it was impossible to win the battle today, but it had also gained a crucial piece of intelligence.

The Eden clan, the greatest taboo of this world, still had remnants.

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"As long as I can escape, I must tell this to the Lord Judge!"

Tang Xian furrowed his brow, indeed not expecting the Mystical Bird to just disappear like that.

He could still see the Mystical Bird, but it was as if the bird had entered another dimension, shrouded in a layer of deathly hue.

Tang Xian didn't say much, nor did he seem to care about his identity being exposed; he simply turned around to look at the Gold-Breaking Beast.

The Mystical Bird was elated inside; there were not many creatures that could escape from the grasp of Eden's power. Now, what it needed to do was to consume the souls here and gain strength.

However, the Mystical Bird's smile quickly froze.

"Why are you still alive?"

Inside Spiritual Purgatory, in front of the Mystical Bird, there should have been innumerable wandering souls, and indeed they were still present... but there was also a confused figure.

Tang, looking dazed at the Mystical Bird, was somewhat disheartened for not finding a way out, but suddenly, he perked up.