"Ha ha ha, this is exhilarating!"
A bold, heroic voice rang out as the massive Black Dragon continually collided with the golden dragon. The sky flickered with alternating light and darkness, surging with terrifying Soul Power fluctuations.
The shattered space resembled an empty hole, like the eye of a god gazing impassively down upon the earth, filling all who saw it with fear.
Rumble!
The sky trembled. The two figures separated the instant they clashed, putting a great distance between themselves.
Long Xiaoyao, his entire body wreathed in ink-black Light Flame, wore an expression brimming with eager Fighting Spirit. At over two hundred years old, it had been far too long since he had fought so freely.
On the other side, Mu En was enveloped in gentle golden Light Flame. He felt much the same as Long Xiaoyao. The injuries he had sustained years ago from fighting Du Busi and absorbing the Dragon Core had kept him dormant for too many years. A battle against someone of his own level was truly nostalgic.
"Enough talk. Come again." As though he had returned to his youth, Mu En shouted with full-throated vigor.
As his words fell, an incomparably enormous Radiant Holy Dragon Silhouette suddenly appeared behind him. Vast Soul Power poured into his palm, and with a single strike, a radiant palm imprint hundreds of meters across—like the hand of a giant spirit—shot forth.
"Bring it on!" Long Xiaoyao refused to be outdone and immediately activated his Soul Power. In an instant, the Dark Holy Dragon let out a roar and struck out with its own palm.
The two palms collided, shattering the space that had only just repaired itself. Hurricane-like shockwaves spread continuously. Even though their battlefield was four thousand meters in the air, faint tremors still reached the vicinity