The world fell silent.
The powerhouses of all realms had yet to recover from the great annihilation just now. The methods wielded by those two had been too terrifying—they had smashed the universe into void itself, turned even the starry sky into nothingness. It was simply beyond the power of mortals to withstand.
The battle between the two grand sect masters did not last long before a victor was decided.
Now, the Ghost God Emperor had flattened Patriarch Hehuan's body and lifted it up.
Xuan Yu's desolate, crazed laughter sounded especially distinct within the silent universe.
He no longer had the strength to fight.
Having swallowed the Twenty-World Hehuan Cauldron, fused with the sect master's imperial weapon, and pushed his own Chaos Immortal Body to the pinnacle of this age, the force of reversed yin and yang he unleashed had been enough to shatter this mortal world and beat it back into primordial savagery.
Yet he had still fallen short.
Just as Tu Shan Jun had only three to five hundred moves left in him.
Xuan Yu, in truth, did not have many chances to strike remaining either.
Ancient age represented strength, certainly, but it also meant there was not much future left to speak of.
His battle with Tu Shan Jun had likewise been an attempt to seek life amid death. Perhaps after slaying Tu Shan Jun, merging with the imperial weapon Soul Banner, and mastering Yin Heaven, he could truly create an immortal domain capable of bearing true immortals.
Defeat was defeat.
Thus, all of that could exist only in imagination.
There was nothing to say.
He could already feel the great terror drawing near.
Right behind him.
His purple hair drifted loose. The divine eyes upon his perfect face gradually dimmed, immortal blood at the corners of