CHAPTER 1745: CHAPTER 1797: THE CHILL AND HEAT AURA

Many people held their breath, feeling extremely tense. They didn’t know what Satan’s move was, but its unmatched power still made their hearts skip.

Golden Eagle, can he withstand it?

This was no longer a normal human battle. Even the people around, who were at the peak of human physical capability, hadn’t witnessed such a fight. Only a few had been fortunate enough to see a battle like this.

Even Gan Ma, Jiu Shan, and Omba had to admit that the two fighting in the center were top powerhouses like them, a rare presence worldwide. Such battles even caused anomalies in heaven and earth, happening maybe once or twice a year, and some years not at all.

Satan’s strongest attack, like Mount Tai crushing down, had the top powerhouses wondering—if they were in Golden Eagle’s place, could they bear it? The answers varied, and no one would say out loud.

Ten seconds had passed, Li Yifei was still holding on. Satan maintained his posture, seemingly descending from the heavens like a superhuman, his body brimming with muscles, his indomitable power continuously pouring out towards Li Yifei. What about Yifei?

He gritted his teeth, feeling as if they would shatter, with pain throughout his body, each tiny part enduring massive weight, being squeezed to the limit.

More painful than ten bullets hitting him, more agonizing than a car running him over. No, compared to now, these were minor inconveniences, as Li Yifei was experiencing unprecedented pain.

Yet he persisted, striving to mobilize every ounce of strength in his body.

Crack, crack, crack, his body trembled, bones produced harsh sounds.

No, not like this. Li Yifei didn’t know how long he had persisted. Under such pressure, he even lost track of time, felt he had withstood for long, but in reality, only ten seconds had passed, seemingly a year.

Yes, not like this! Li Yifei closed his eyes. His eyes had been open since the beginning, now bloodshot, seemingly bleeding, even his nostrils started bleeding. Satan’s berserk attack was beyond Li Yifei’s expectations, hence his sorry state.

He would never concede. The True Qi within Li Yifei still existed, strength remained. Why give up!

At this moment, a cool surge emerged from Li Yifei’s dantian, simultaneously, a warm airburst from his heart. These two breaths mixed and swiftly flowed through his body, Ren Du’s Two Veins, like two highways, spread these different sensations swiftly through his body, filling the Eight Extraordinary Meridians, finally converging at one point.

Ice and fire shouldn’t coexist, but where the two breaths converged, Li Yifei felt another form of pain. Compared to Satan’s Mount Tai-like mightiest strike, the clash of hot and cold breaths gave Li Yifei a feeling, wanting immediate death, too agonizing, like thousands of ants gnawing at him. His body was filled with power, wild power.

"Hold on!" The Saint clenched her fist. She couldn’t assist, wouldn’t help, Li Yifei had to rely on himself, otherwise even if saved, things might worsen. Satan’s eyes had reverted to their black-and-white appearance, his expanding body seemed to gradually shrink. As long as Li Yifei could persist a little longer, maybe seconds or minutes, Satan would fail, recover from his berserk mode, facing prolonged weakness. If Li Yifei held on, he would certainly surpass Satan.

Yet, how much longer could Li Yifei endure, blood had started streaming down his face, initially his nose, followed by his mouth, now even his eyes were bleeding, not pouring out heavily, but appearing tragic.

Many believed Li Yifei was defeated, though still persevering, he was at his last stand, nearing collapse.

Supporters of Satan were prepared to celebrate. If Satan won today, he would be, in a sense, the world’s number one, the strongest individual. If defined further, perhaps the strongest young man, since Satan wasn’t very old.

All discussions awaited Satan’s victory, and now...

Li Yifei finally couldn’t bear it anymore, only feeling the two streams of hot and cold within his body constantly accumulating, constantly filling, expanding, even stretching his meridians by more than double, accommodating those rapidly flowing breaths. The pain of forcibly widening the meridian in a short time was indescribable, simply put, very painful!

"Awooo!" Li Yifei suddenly opened his mouth, howling skyward, the shrill sound seeming to pierce the clouds, soaring into the sky.

The howl carried immense energy, transmitting at supersonic speed, outsiders seeming to witness an invisible energy rapidly expanding from Li Yifei’s body.

Simultaneously, Li Yifei’s arms erupted with astonishing power, directly pushing Satan away.

"PANG~~" a muffled sound, Li Yifei pushed forward with arms, also jumping out of the ground, while Satan was pushed, flying thirty meters away, breaking a big tree before barely stopping, crashing on, shattering a pile of fragile rocks.

Suddenly the wind on the island quieted down, the clouds ceased, no longer raging, islanders even paused their breath, some with hair long disarrayed, blown by the island’s wild wind, too by Li Yifei’s howl carrying immense power, even the Saint’s veil nearly blown off, making her reach out and grab it.

Everyone was shocked. They didn’t think Li Yifei could endure, even considering possible resistance, but... none imagined Li Yifei winning this way. In that instant, the strength he burst forth forced top experts on the island to glance, forced them to frown, even the Saint had to grab her veil, otherwise blown away by strong winds.

The might of a howl, power of a push, removing thousands of weights, achieved in an instant.

Gazes shifted from Li Yifei, standing shakily, to Satan, dozens of meters away, struck and fallen, fate unknown, circulating a few times, with dazed faces, frizzled expressions, unsure what to say.