Facing this demon's attack, Emperor Zhenwu held his spear and advanced.
Similarly adopting a fighting stance that risked life and limb, he neither dodged nor avoided the demon's attacks, his own spear strikes always aimed at the demon's vital spots.
Emperor Zhenwu's attacks were all dodged by the demon as if it were an illusion, but similarly, the demon's attacks also passed right through Emperor Zhenwu's body, causing no real harm.
The Evil Corpse hid in the shadows, silently watching the battle between Emperor Zhenwu and the demon. Both sides appeared fierce, yet strangely safe, with neither suffering any wounds.
It seemed as if it was a rehearsed performance, enacted countless times.
"Emperor Zhenwu truly is formidable!" The Evil Corpse observed the battle in front of him, and after watching for a while, such a sentiment rose in his heart.
