Two forces collide, ebb and flow!
The Ten Thousand Feet Divine Body of the Southern Ghost Emperor continually faded, shrinking further.
Whereas the Great Vajra Incense Fire Divine Body of the Human Race Saint Master grew brighter, more tangible.
"This battle, what I desire was never merely the authority of a Yama!"
Lin Yan took half a step forward, hooked his left hand.
A hand as large as a mountain clasped the neck of the Southern Ghost Emperor.
The two towering Divine Bodies drew ever closer.
Lin Yan's blade lay across the Southern Ghost Emperor's neck.
"What I seek is the power of the Southern Ghost Emperor, of the South Mountain Sacred Land!"
Lin Yan's voice was steady, ordinary.
Yet beneath the Ten Thousand Feet Golden Body, it remained deafening, echoing in all directions.
The sound swept past like a hurricane, ocean waves rising, surging like a tsunami.
"You..."
