However, the actions of both sides did not slow down, instead, they accelerated. The long saber was slashing, shaking continuously, transitioning between reality and illusion. In the blink of an eye, eighteen saber strikes were made, each one cutting blood, every strike merciless, each incision lethal. Daoist Wuchen's expression remained ruthless, each punch exploding forth one after another, every punch stacking upon the one before it.
The strength kept accumulating, and the qi force was continuously rising, landing on Lu Xuanji's body.
Bam bam bam!
Both sides kept exchanging blows, the void fracturing and the destructive aura impacting the surroundings. The arena merely trembled slightly, yet remained steadfast and indestructible.
The parties exchanged moves, unleashing killing techniques quickly as confrontations varied.
Soon, a hundred moves were traded.
"It should end now, Ant Emperor Divine Form, cut!"
