The cold, deathly, and all-corroding Power emanating from the Evernight Curtain felt like countless invisible vipers gnawing at his Domain, consuming an immense amount of Magic Power every second.
Both sides pushed their Domains to the absolute limit. The boundary between the golden light and the black curtain pulled back and forth, with neither able to advance another inch.
The surrounding mountains continuously collapsed from the aftershocks of this world-shaking duel. The earth fissured, and the sky itself seemed to be torn in half.
After a long stalemate, the Black King was the first to move.
It took a deep look at the golden, blazing sun and the tiny yet unignorable human figure above it. Then, its enormous body began to slowly retreat.
The Evernight Curtain contracted along with it, finally retracting into its body.
It chose to retreat.
It wasn't that its strength was insufficient, but that this war of attrition had lost its meaning.
