The Pitch-Black Devil

Both fighters knew that the space's so-called death-immunity barrier could only negate one fatal attack. In truth, this mechanism was far from reliable.

Simply put, if this were a game and someone had 100 health, first took 90 damage, then suffered an attack that should deal another 20, the death-immunity barrier would activate, negate that instance of damage, and teleport them away.

But if Lu Li struck with his blade instead, and Prison Demon hit someone, allowing Demonic Force to enter their body, then after death immunity activated, the next wave of damage from the Demonic Force would take that person's life.

Conversely, Valkyrie's unending power and the crimson Blood Fiend aura, brimming with corrosive Ferocity, were similar to Lu Li's Demonic Force.

If Lu Li truly triggered death immunity, he might not necessarily survive. He could very well be teleported away at low health, only to die the very next instant.

This battle was called a spar, but it could still decide life and death. Yet the two martial arts powerhouses had already entered the zone and cast such matters to the back of their minds.

Lu Li seized an opening. Spirit and flesh became one, and as his fighting intent surged, he stepped forward and slashed. His blade momentum seemed utterly natural as a pitch-black arc swept out, as though it could cut through anything.

Valkyrie's snow-white hair streamed behind her, its tips dyed red by the intent of Blood Fiend. The moment she drew her blade, heaven and earth fell silent. Drifting snow blew forward, transforming into crimson demonic flowers.

Boom—

The instant their blade momentums collided, a violent shockwave swept in all directions, forcing Wang Xiaoxiao to frown and reinforce the arena barrier once more.

Before this battle began, as a referee from Spirit Void Hall,