Spear struck spear in a storm of sparks and fury. Each collision birthed a shockwave, tearing the rubble into dust, ripping deep scars into the cracked barrier above.
Long Aotian's face twisted with madness. His golden qi condensed into a blazing war-avatar, a colossal phantom with a crown of fire, its hands clutching the spear as if the sun itself had taken form.
"Sun Tyrant Spear Art—Solar Overlord's Judgment!" he roared.
The avatar thrust downward, golden radiance erupting into a tidal wave that sought to obliterate everything below.
Tian Lei's eyes burned cold. The emerald phantom behind him thickened, vines and bones coiling into an ancient death-god crowned with roots. Its hollow eyes glowed with eerie green fire as it moved in perfect union with him.
"Death-Dominion Spear Art—Soul-Reaping Forest!"
