Boom...
Two streams of energy collided and instantly exploded, brilliant light illuminating the surroundings as rolling waves of energy swept far into the distance.
Wang Ming was injured, his ears ringing, his primordial spirit feeling as though his head was about to burst, and his arms numb. His whole body's bones felt as though they were about to be shattered by the shock, and the fatal threat kept Wang Ming from relaxing his mind for even a second.
In terms of realm, Wang Ming was inherently a grade lower than Chang'e, and had it not been for the Creation Law contained within the waters of the Zimu River, Wang Ming would have been defeated long ago in this battle.
Had Wang Ming's true form not stepped in and executed every possible means, he would have met a miserable end without the help of the Zimu River.
Even so, Wang Ming did not show the slightest trace of fear.
He knew very well that if he wanted to survive, he had to fight with his life on the line; begging for mercy would not buy him a path to living.
Fear!
The more afraid one was, the more one had to face it.
Otherwise, death was the only outcome.
Those within the Three Realms watching this battle were all utterly astonished that Wang Ming could fight to this kind of stalemate despite being a realm lower.
It was quite extraordinary.
Wang Ming was not passively taking hits; he was rather proactive, his figure flying like lightning as he traversed above the Zimu River, completely unfazed by Star Lord of the Lunar Mansions Chang'e.
Inside a Taoist temple not far from the Western Liang Women's Kingdom, an old man with white hair, a white beard, and a somewhat stooped figure looked at