Chapter 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.