The clash between the two surpassed light itself, and surpassed all reason.
With every shift of their figures, they moved distances of untold hundreds of millions of li.
Distances enough to drive mortals to despair.
Even over the course of an entire lifetime, they would likely never travel so far.
The mere disturbances caused by the two sides' movements were enough to make countless beings calling themselves Gods and Devils die on the spot countless times over.
Every turn and thrust of the spear in Luohu's hand was incomparably swift, reaching the very pinnacle of speed as billions upon billions of streams of light scattered across the starry sky!
Even the Gravitational Field of an entire vast galaxy changed because of it, churning endlessly around that gleaming spear tip!
Morten's offensive was no weaker.
Each time the demonic weapon forged from a spine was swung, it resembled the axis of a great vortex, causing all things to dance along with it.
Moreover, compared to Luohu's broad, sweeping attacks—
What was called battle was more like some kind of magnificent dance when it came to Morten.
With every movement and dodge, his body took especially elegant steps, as though he were dancing graceful steps within some grand opera house.
Even as blades swept about at his side.
His dance steps remained utterly unruffled, without the slightest trace of wavering.
Or rather, the grim killing intent of the battlefield added a little extra flavor to his dance instead.
The Slaanesh faction's tradition of pursuing dazzling extravagance had truly been preserved exceptionally well by him!
Whenever that strange blade collided with the spear, immense power rippled outward in that instant like waves.
At the same time.
The surrounding fleets, under Morten's remote control, unleashed all kinds of attacks with incomparable precision, making up