"Roar!"
Mo Wuya let out an enraged roar, and the black-blue radiance bursting from his body swelled once more.
The End of Wind continued to erupt, its profound and mysterious power surging wildly.
A bizarre scene unfolded. Whether the lightning pillars or the violent sharp edges, all of them began to collapse at a terrifying speed.
Lin Xuan was astonished. Looking closely, he could clearly see black-blue threads as fine as rain streaking through that black-blue light.
During this process, the black-blue threads were rapidly ground away by the power of the three great profundities.
Yet they seemed endless, actually clashing with the three great profundities in a war of attrition. In the end, bolstered by Mo Wuya's vast spiritual power, they completely exhausted the strength of the three great profundities and shattered Lin Xuan's attack.
"Die!"
Mo Wuya did not retreat. Instead, he took the initiative and charged at Lin Xuan.
Black-blue threads as fine as rain filled the sky, sweeping forth like a storm.
Lin Xuan halted his momentum and retreated sharply, continuously slashing out Nine Heavens Ash while constantly gathering heavenly tribulation to descend.
Even so, he was still suppressed and forced back all the way.
This was a deadlocked battle. Pseudo-Emperor Mo Wuya defeated quality with sheer quantity.
"You are the human with the most terrifying talent I have ever seen. Even the founder of the Thunder Punishment Sect who charged into the Fiend Domain back then was not your equal by even a fraction."
"But I am a Pseudo-Emperor. Even if I have merely glimpsed the profundities, I am still not someone you can suppress."
"Today, I will surely kill you, lest you become a great calamity for my Devil Race in the future."
Mo Wuya regained his confidence, and his eruption became increasingly terrifying.