The next moment, a heart suddenly appeared on the surface of the ice, rapidly growing flesh, tissue, and a skeleton.
The Thousand Heart Demon revived once again!
Fang Zhixing looked down, glanced at him, and said indifferently, "How many hearts do you have left?"
The Thousand Heart Demon had sacrificed hundreds of hearts, and had just endured the Sword Mountain and Fire Sea, with at least hundreds of his hearts penetrated and destroyed.
Since his days in Jianghu, he had never suffered such a great defeat!
"Hmph, I didn't expect you could influence the flow of time."
The Thousand Heart Demon gasped for breath, his face ashen, and said coldly, "Now I finally understand why so many have fallen at your hands."
The corners of Fang Zhixing's mouth curved up, mocking, "By the sound of it, you have a way to restrain me?"
The Thousand Heart Demon sneered, and drew out a palm-sized thin piece, resembling a seashell, crystal clear.
