The chief was shocked to find that healed wounds with the wounds cut by the war blade, and the blood flowed continuously. He activated the skills to heal wounds several times, but there was no effect.

On the contrary, it was suffering from the reciprocity that burst after healing.

Now, he understood why the high priest asked him to retreat.

"This... this is the ability to prevent Hawkeye from healing wounds!" The chief immediately remembered the experience of Hawkeye.

He only thought that it was because of Hawkeye's lack of physical fitness, but he did not expect that his body, which had been washed several times by the power of his ancestors, would also produce unhealing wounds.

"What kind of move is this? Why can't even heal my ancestral soul body heal!"

The body of the ancestral soul is similar to the body of a demigod. Although it is still a long way from the demigod, the body that has been washed by the power of the ancestors has condensed some of the divine power, although it is limited, but it has become a qualitative leap.

Otherwise, the chief would not choose to take the Night Walker's instant teleportation power for himself - only his body can withstand the erosion of the void power generated when the space shuttles through the alien plane.

This is why the chief still wants to fight with injuries even though he knows that the opponent's sword technique contains terrible power.

Fortunately, the high priest's eyes were fierce and he saw through Yun Qi's murderous intent with a backhand.

That is the real murderous intent, the destructive power that kills all vitality.

If the chief did not listen to the high priest's warning just now, then the result would be that he would break his entire arm, and the knife inserted in Yun Qi's heart broke, which would not hurt the vital part of the heart.

The chief secretly called luck, but he still couldn't understand: he was attacking the other party from behind, why could Yun Qi accurately slash his arm, and that arm that had already broken through his back heart!

Is this just the other party’s good luck?

The chief immediately shook his head and denied it!

It was obvious that the other party hadn't even turned his head, so it was impossible to see what was happening behind him. This could only be said that Yun Qi's luck was really good. Any single knife could even cut him on an important node of his attack.

"I don't believe you are so lucky forever!" The chieftain did not believe in evil and teleported again in an instant.

The person disappeared! He only blinked his eyes and appeared again.

Unlike before, the chief's face became paler, and blood spurted on his other arm, and blood continued to flow.

He was injured again!

"Impossible!" the chief roared.

"Why is it impossible?" Yun Qi looked at the chief in a leisurely manner, with a playful mockery in his eyes.

"Come again!" The chief jumped up with a ferocious expression.

"I'm waiting for you."

The two of them said something inexplicable and fought again.

The two of them just split and joined each other, and in less than half a minute, they had already handed over more than twenty rounds.

Blood was splattering everywhere in the air, but Yun Qi stood still, relying on his snake-like wrist, he used clever sword techniques from all over his body to perfectly resolve the chief's sneak attacks.

The chief's body was covered with blood.

This is all his own blood!

Every time he attacked, his attack moves were easily found by the opponent, forcing him to retreat.

At first, he thought it was Yun Qi's good luck, but after four or five rounds, he knew that he had guessed wrong.

Every time, Yun Qi could accurately find the location of his sneak attack, and he seemed to know the combos.

Whenever he counterattacked, Yun Qi was just an understatement, forcing him to evacuate backwards.

There were several times when he didn't even have time to backwards, so he could only activate the instant teleportation ability and put himself in a safe position.

After more than twenty moves, the chief was sure that the other party could sense his teleportation direction.

"Is this your new ability?" The chief, who had become a blood man, tilted his head. He could not think of what ability the other party would get, and could capture his actions so accurately.

Yun Qi sneered and said nothing.

His understanding of gravity control ability has now reached a new category. Not only can he find the other party's position after instant teleportation, but even the movement of various parts of his body is as if they were imprinted in his mind, becoming clearer and more effective than looking directly at the eyes.

Compared to the previous battle with the Mechanic Warriors in the Maze, I don’t know how much more profound it is.

Yun Qi gave this ability a name: Gravity perception.

Under the perception of gravity, the chief's every move was invisible. After shattering his sneak attacks again and again, he also shattered his confidence and will.

At the same time, the application of high-frequency oscillation is also more convenient.

Every time you use a knife, you will only exert high-frequency vibration after the blade is pressed against the opponent's skin. This will not only save a lot of physical strength and bloodline, but also make people more unpredictable.

"Don't give up?" Yun Qi shook the battle blade in his hand hard, and the large blood stained on it all fell to the ground, leaving behind a silver-shining surface, as if it was unsheathed for the first time.

"Impossible! Impossible! How could you see through my teleportation!" the chief shouted hysterically.

Yun Qi smiled without saying a word, he just quietly looked at the chief covered in wounds and blood.

After gaining all the advantages, he was not in a hurry to attack. He always waited for the opponent to take the initiative to attack again and again.

But at this moment, the chief had already lost confidence after even the attack was perfectly resolved, so how could he take the initiative to attack?

For a moment, the battlefield that was as fierce as the wind just now fell into a strange dead silence.

"Tisok, come here!"

Just as the situation was in a deadlock, an old voice broke the calm.

It was the high priest Geronimo who spoke.

"Master, I..." The chief didn't know how to answer for a moment.

"Come on, don't say anything else, I'll heal you first. If you have so many wounds and don't treat them in time, how much blood will you still have to shed."

"But……"

"No, but." Geronimo's voice was extremely firm and could not be questioned by others.

In desperation, the chief came to the high priest like a child who made a mistake obediently.

But he knew in his heart that the high priest's treatment method could not heal the wounds at all.

After Hawkeye's arm was cut off, he had already learned about this through team communication.

He didn't understand why the high priest insisted on treating himself.

Sure enough, the high priest took out the healing totem, but did not put it on the wound like before, but instead crushed the totem the size of a fist.

"Master, you..." the chief exclaimed.

The high priest signaled him to turn around without saying a word, and then he jumped hard and fell behind the chief.

"What's going on?" Yun Qi was amazed at it, and he really didn't understand what they were doing.

"Do you want to win?" The high priest wrapped his two dry arms around the chief's neck.

"Of course I want to, but... I have no choice."

"Since you want to win, you must have the awareness of giving everything for victory." The high priest said, but a faint light flashed across his body.

Yun Qi's eyes contracted and he murmured: "The power of ancestors?!"
Chapter completed!