The purest Death and the purest Life.
This time, Jian Wushuang grew stronger as he fought, fueled by the fear of death and the desire for life.
The power of Death was different.
"Have you heard that it's better to be alive than to die a good death?" Jian Wushuang attacked with words even in his leisure.
Though Death is frightening and brings fear, the resilience of the power of Life cannot be fully realized until facing death.
Now, facing death head-on, the power of Life erupted completely.
"Get out of here!" Jian
Wushuang smashed the force of Death with a punch, then swiftly appeared behind the opponent. Another knee strike shattered the condensed silhouette of the Death power completely.
With a satisfied breath, Jian Wushuang turned around and found that the black aura had instantly transformed into his own likeness.
"Everyone eventually dies, and some people need a little help!"
This was his retort.