Whether it's the supreme power struggle to seize the heavens...
Or the Taotie's Roar that devours the world...
Under any of these moves, even the sky would disappear.
It seemed like the disappearance of the sky plunged the cultivators into darkness.
The darkness appeared and vanished suddenly...
When a new sky brought light, what the cultivators saw in their eyes...
The battlefield stretching over a million miles with countless geographical features looked like it had been gnawed by a dog, cleaned and flat.
Only seven golden platforms bearing prideful talents stood solitary and awkwardly on the outskirts.
Above the void of the million-mile battlefield, the two stood suspended.
Compared to when they revealed their figures, the scars on their bodies had not changed at all.
It seemed as though the final breath-taking strike was merely an illusion.
Until...
"Taotie's Roar, what an impressive fist intention."
"Fellow cultivator flatters me."
"I concede."
