Attacking the Light and Dark Continent, the Timid Heavenly Dao

At the far other end of the distant chaos.

On the Light and Dark Continent, in the central core of the Domain of Gods and Devils, a curtain of interwoven black and white light tightly shrouded the region.

The Great Dao of Light and the Great Dao of Darkness intertwined and coiled around each other, forming an enormous sphere.

Within the sphere, an old man sat cross-legged, faint spatial ripples emanating from all around him.

He wore white immortal robes, his frame was thin, and his beard and hair were both white. Most eye-catching of all were those two long, narrow brows shaped like willow leaves.

His gaze was cold as he used the power of his own Great Dao to continuously analyze the space inside the sphere, searching for a way to escape.

"Space, I advise you to hand over a wisp of your true spirit and submit to us brothers. Otherwise, when the mana within your body is completely exhausted, do not blame us for erasing you!"

Outside the black-and-white sphere of light, a sinister laugh rang out!

The owner of the voice was a pitch-black figure, black from head to toe, with twin horns on his head, bat wings spread behind his back, and blood-red light glimmering in his eyes.

"Indeed. You invaded the world we brothers created this time; it is already great fortune that we are willing to spare your life. Do not cling to luck!"

The one who spoke was another tall figure with a handsome face, pure white wings on his back, and Holy Light radiating from all around him.

Though what seemed like a merciful smile hung on his face, his eyes were as cold as frost.

"Guangming, Darkness, if This poor Daoist had not been protecting my second brother, you think