How Much Does Ye Xishui Today Resemble Her Former Self? (4k)

By noon,

this duel between light and darkness was finally nearing its end.

Thousands of meters above the ground, the once crystal-clear sky had long since been churned into chaos by two ultimate powers.

The clouds were torn into wisps, while even the air twisted and trembled under the collision of power, releasing piercing shrieks.

The golden light around Mu En blazed like the midday sun, carrying a righteous aura that could purify all things and dyeing everything around him in dazzling gold.

The purple-black mist around Long Xiaoyao could only keep shrinking beneath the suppression of that golden light, growing dimmer and dimmer like a trapped beast driven into a corner.

Neither of them possessed means at the Demigod level. They had once been Close Friends who knew each other inside and out, thoroughly familiar with one another's Martial Souls and fighting styles.

Rather than a life-or-death battle, this was more like an ordinary sparring match.

However, after fighting to this extent, even Limit Douluo as powerful as they were could no longer hide their fatigue.

Long Xiaoyao's face was extremely pale. The prolonged, continuous bursts of power had pushed the two Soul Cores within him beyond their limits.

His Soul Power was now nearly exhausted. Since becoming a Limit Douluo, he had never been reduced to such a wretched state.

Mu En, on the other hand, still looked as calm and unruffled as ever.

"We're both Limit Douluo, yet the gap has become this great..." Long Xiaoyao looked at Mu En's figure, bitterness and dejection welling up in his heart.

"It's over." Mu En's voice was calm.

Golden light flashed in his eyes, and brilliant radiance erupted from his body as his essence, energy, and spirit converged at this moment.

He slowly raised a hand and threw what