"Die!"
Wen Ze roared like a wild beast. His aura surged wildly; after lurking in wait for so long, he had finally climbed to his peak in an instant.
"Only peak Golden Core."
Shen Yi spoke calmly, though a trace of gravity flashed through his eyes. He believed Wen Ze was merely putting on a brave front. With his remnant soul destroyed, he must have suffered grave injuries as well.
A pair of short blades appeared, glinting with cold light in the rainy night. Wen Ze revealed a cruel, bloodthirsty smile and rushed toward Shen Yi with the blades raised.
"Clang!"
The sound of metal striking metal rang out. Shen Yi staggered back several steps, gripping his war halberd tightly, faint surprise in his eyes. The short blades in Wen Ze's hands were exceedingly strange—they could actually devour his spiritual power.
"Heh heh! What do you think of my Soul Devouring Blades?"
Wen Ze laughed madly as he continued charging at Shen Yi. The short blades flashed with frigid light, reflecting the lightning streaking across the horizon and chilling the heart.
Shen Yi swung his war halberd, stirring even the raindrops falling from the sky and gathering them into a water dragon that roared forth with fangs and claws bared.
Water splashed everywhere. The short blades severed the water dragon at its waist, scattering countless droplets that struck the ground and blasted crater after crater into it. The spiritual power exploding through the air was wholly absorbed by the short blades.
"Useless. In this old man's eyes, you are no more than an ant!" Wen Ze held his short blades with his head held high.
Shen Yi said nothing more. This time, he moved first, sweeping his war halberd out. There were no dazzling dragons or tigers, no rippling spiritual