Two giants fought savagely atop the nest.
The earth exploded, and magma swept across the land.
One giant grabbed the magma and turned it into a whip, lashing the other giant wildly.
The other giant, however, swung a mountain peak, using it as both shield and warhammer as he viciously smashed it at his opponent.
Ten seconds...
Thirty seconds...
One minute...
The longer Chu Qing fought, the more excited he became.
Under the battering of the divine mountain, he gradually adapted to it.
Or rather, he had grasped part of the divine mountain's power, seeking out its flaws and using halos formed from the Thirty-Three Heavens to block it.
Meanwhile, his true body pinned the Mountain-Bearing Overlord down and beat him.
The Mountain-Bearing Overlord roared furiously.
He had never dreamed that the divine mountain he had forged over a hundred eras and tempered through endless years would encounter its nemesis the moment it was brought out.
A full third of the divine mountain's power was neutralized and absorbed by the Thirty-Three Heavens.
The remaining two-thirds still seemed like a great deal, but to experts like Chu Qing and the others, even the slightest difference in power was the distance between Heaven and earth.
A little more power could shatter the enemy's sinews and bones; a little less, and it could not even break through the enemy's fleshly defenses.
The two transformed into giants and fought, using all manner of killing moves, yet neither could do anything to the other.
At this moment, the Mountain-Bearing Overlord grew anxious.
He contacted the Wind-Drinking Overlord. "Brother Wind-Drinking, help me kill Chu Qing!"
He did not dare drag this out, because he was already using his technique's killing moves for the second time.
To people like them, using a technique's killing moves a second