This was not a gap in levels of strength. This was... the crushing superiority of life essence and energy dimension! It was the helplessness of mortal power when facing an existence on a higher plane!
"So... this is the gap between a Demigod-level being... and a Limit Douluo."
Long Xiaoyao muttered to himself. A thin stream of dark gold blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, and his face grew even paler.
He could clearly sense that Tang Lan had obviously held back with that spear strike.
The trajectory of that strike had precisely avoided his heart, merely piercing his shoulder. Otherwise, given the terrifying nature of that attack—which ignored defenses and struck directly at the origin—if it had targeted his heart or head, he would likely have become a corpse completely annihilated by Chaos Power.
His opponent possessed the ability to kill him with ease! That realization was like an icy steel needle piercing the heart Long Xiaoyao had held proud for nearly two centuries.
He slowly raised his head, his gaze passing Tang Lan and falling upon the Death God Tower suspended high in the distance. Its blood light was growing ever more intense, and the vortex above its peak had already transformed into a cloud of destructive lightning. Then he looked at Ye Xishui, seated within the tower, her aura having risen to a critical threshold, as though it would erupt at any moment.
Intense emotions flickered in those night-deep eyes. There was pain, struggle, and unwillingness, but in the end, it all transformed into an almost obsessive determination and resolve.
For her... for that emotion and promise that had long since fused into his bones and blood, impossible to sever... even if he knew he was no match, even if he had to charge into