Chapter 931 - All Shall Hail The Katana

Pressure spiked as they moved, the temperature rising as showers of sparks from their collisions filled the air. The atmosphere became heavy, too heavy for the lungs, too heavy for anyone to breathe, but did any of that concern them? Definitely not Anthony. Definitely not Lucian. Their bodies had been shaped and refined to the point where they could endure days without oxygen. Pressure and heat meant nothing to them now. Only this moment mattered. Only this madness. Only this apocalypse. Only the spar, only the clash between them, only the existence of the other gave meaning to everything else.