Fan Lang activated the thirtyfold Rampage Program cheat, multiplying every aspect of himself, including the total amount of divine power within him, by thirty.
With that much divine power, just how deep were his reserves?
There was practically more than he could ever use!
That previous standoff had consumed only one-seventh of his divine power. He still had plenty left and had no need to worry about running dry. What he truly needed to worry about was the Rampage Program's time limit and calculating how much time remained.
Fan Lang now appeared completely at ease. He even had the leisure to make sarcastic remarks, looking nothing like someone on the verge of collapse.
Xin Ge, on the other hand, was starting to struggle. The pills within him were running low, and his expenditure far exceeded his replenishment.
"Fan Lang, stop putting on airs! I refuse to believe your foundation is deeper than mine! I regressed from the Upper God Realm. Every time I regressed, my foundation became even more profound!" Xin Ge roared.
"Whether I'm bluffing or not, you'll know soon enough. Before long, one of us will be the first to fail." Fan Lang's voice was icy.
Their blades continued to clash in a contest of divine power, triggering explosion after explosion that battered them both. It would come down to who collapsed first.
They had already been stuck riding the tiger, unable to get off, and now it was even worse. If either one withdrew now, he would suffer a violent backlash and be struck by the other, with no chance of evading.
Xin Ge gritted his teeth and held on, still clinging to a sliver of hope that Fan Lang was merely pretending.
His body was gradually being drained dry. The divine power he had left dwindled