The power of the [Twilight Garden Party] was extraordinarily obscure, giving Tessarosa a deeply complicated impression. The upper and lower limits of this damaged divine art seemed to have no clear definition.
It could be unimaginably powerful, yet also seemed so fragile that a single poke could burst it.
What was more, deep down, Tessarosa felt an inexplicable familiarity with this divine art.
Opposing it was the black flash of the Void Asura... a signature ability of the Void Asura, plain and unadorned, a force of absolute destruction.
Their collision was like the clash of two different great suns, though both were extremely faint.
Tessarosa's eyelids twitched slightly. What kind of monsters were these?
"The Seventh Asura... Meng, did I hear that right? What did that scheming [Caesar] just say?"
Witch Miss could not tear her gaze away from the collision of those two terrifying powers. She had not even noticed that Xiao Meng seemed to have moved farther away from her.
"I think that's what he said?"
Witch Miss nearly dropped to her knees on the spot. Her scalp prickled as she said, "The seventh? A numbered one? Why isn't a king-class creature like that staying in the depths of the void? What is it doing here?"
This was no longer the sort of unease she could suppress with a tactical gasp...
"To think it's a pureblood..." Zhang Bolu's cheeks twitched too, his face bitter. "Even I have never seen an Asura of this caliber."
Although this [King of Pirates] had a reputation among the immortals of the New God Era, especially at the [radiant moon] tier, he knew he was nowhere near the level of tangling with a monster from the depths of the void that had received the blessing of the Void Will.
He was only the