[: 3rd POV :]
The clash began in an instant.
The Immortal raised his hand, and divine light surged forth, bathing the battlefield in radiant fire.
It was not just heat — it was the judgment of the heavens, a purging force meant to cleanse entire civilisations.
But Daniel's Void rose like a tidal wave, devouring the light, leaving behind only the echo of its fury.
Shock flickered in the Immortal's eyes for the first time in centuries.
Daniel shot forward, the ground fracturing beneath his feet.
His fist collided with divine energy, the resulting shockwave obliterating mountains in the distance and tearing the skies open.
They exchanged a flurry of blows that shattered space, each strike shaking the very foundation of the world.
The cultivators could only watch from afar, paralysed — not by choice, but by the sheer gravity of power unfolding before them.
It was like watching gods wage war.
Then came the turning point.
