No Longer Waiting

The ash-black earth.

Exuded an aura of extreme aversion.

Inauspicious, eerie, and dead silence were the eternal themes of this world.

Since its birth, this world had never contained living creatures.

It was not that living creatures could not be born, but rather that the two ends of this world connected to the Divine Realm and the Demon Realm.

The Divine Realm and the Demon Realm constantly clashed year-round, and whenever a war broke out, they would borrow a path through this world, or even use this world as their primary battlefield.

Under such circumstances, how could a new living race be born?

The divine race and the demon race were both in this world at the moment, and both races were exceptionally quiet.

They watched the battle overhead intently.

Originally, they had thought that Demon Lord Chonglou was already formidable enough, but they had not expected the fellow who appeared afterward to be even more powerful.

The moment that person revealed himself, he ambushed Fuxi, causing Fuxi, in his capacity as Heavenly Emperor, to be injured for the first time in nearly ten thousand years.

Then,

the battle between the two commenced.

Wang Ming continuously launched attacks against Fuxi using martial arts methods. His head, hands, elbows, knees, and legs could all serve as the deadliest weapons. Once he seized an opportunity, it would inevitably result in a thunderous onslaught akin to a violent storm.

Although Fuxi was engaged in close-quarters combat with Wang Ming at the moment, he primarily relied on spells, with martial arts serving merely as an auxiliary.

In terms of martial arts cultivation, Fuxi was inferior to Wang Ming and Chonglou, but when it came to mastery of spells, Wang Ming and Chonglou were inferior to him.

Dense layers of mana shields and spell traps