Shen Yi and Zhao Lei clashed, yet for a time neither could gain the upper hand. Spiritual power poured forth madly, while gusts of wind and thunder howled through the area, endlessly battering their robes.
For three full days and nights, neither had paused to catch their breath. They could no longer feel the slightest fatigue, yet they were still locked in combat.
Beneath their battle, the ground had long since become riddled with holes, pocked with craters everywhere, silently speaking of the ferocity of this fight.
Over the past three days, Qin Lin and Yuwen Ji had watched the entire battle unfold. Waves of fear rose uncontrollably in their hearts. Against power at this level, they feared they would not survive more than a few exchanges.
By now, the battle between the two had reached its peak. Though both still had remnants of spiritual power left, they were mentally exhausted. Even fighters of their caliber could not endure such prolonged, high-intensity combat.
"It's here—the final showdown!"
Everyone shuddered and raised their focus to the utmost, unwilling to miss even the slightest detail before them, afraid they would regret it for life.
Sure enough, just as everyone expected, Shen Yi and Zhao Lei both unleashed the last of their spiritual power. Their entire bodies were engulfed in it, and the crowd could no longer make out their figures. There were only two blazing masses of light, scorching that stretch of heaven and earth until it became blurred.
Yet what left them dumbfounded was that, just when they thought a great battle was about to unfold, the two figures suddenly vanished from where they stood, leaving behind not even a trace of aura.
Even Zhao Lei was startled. His vision blurred, and the surrounding scenery changed completely. When he came to