"All that investment wasn't wasted," Reign chuckled to himself.
Kang's spirit power was only at the Spirit Emperor level, but his corrupted body made that almost meaningless.
Even without using a single ring, he overpowered his opponents with raw strength, speed, and unnatural regenerative abilities.
However, Kang wasn't invincible.
His regeneration started to slow. His breathing grew heavier.
The spirit masters changed their approach. They fought using formations and careful timing to strike together. Every hit mattered. Every second of delay chipped away at his strength.
Bit by bit, they pushed him back.
Just as he was closed to being defeated.
Dozens of undead nearby let out a low hiss, then collapsed into black smoke.
The smoke moved fast—sliding across the ground, then rising like a snake and forcing its way into Kang's chest.
He gasped as his eyes lit up again. Flesh reknit. Bones snapped back into place. Energy surged through his body, stronger than before
