In a vast world within the chaos.
One purple and one black, two streaks of light collided continuously within this terrifying world. Cracks spread through the void, while the starry sky was nearly completely destroyed by the aftermath of their battle.
The purple figure was naturally Zhou Tong.
Opposite him stood a pitch-black monster. Clearly, this was a creature Zhou Tong had cultivated using dark true blood and a portion of his own flesh and blood. Traces of the Ten Fiends could be seen upon its body—manifestations of the profound runes within Zhou Tong's flesh, awakened by the dark true blood.
"Kill!"
Zhou Tong was bathed in blood, his fighting spirit soaring into the heavens. With a sharp cry, he threw a punch against a massive hand covered in black dragon scales. At the moment of impact, it produced the piercing clang of blades striking one another.
"Pfft!"
At last, the black dragon scales shattered, and crimson blood flowed forth.
After fighting for so long, Zhou Tong ultimately held the advantage. Circulating his magic power, he landed a full-force strike on his opponent, smashing the dragon scales covering its body into ruin.
At the same time, Zhou Tong chopped downward with his palm, directly cleaving the monster apart. Then, with a shake of both arms, he forcibly tore the creature completely in two.
After several hundred exchanges, an Immortal King-level powerhouse had been slain directly by Zhou Tong.
"This is the one hundred seventy-second battle. I still won." Zhou Tong looked at the corpse falling limply below, neither pleased nor saddened.
"However, after one hundred seventy-two battles, I've completely used up the dark true blood." Zhou Tong's gaze fell upon the crimson blood on the corpse, and he sighed.
Zhou Tong had remained in this world he had opened up