Anyone could see that both men's movements were profound and swift, but Old Monster Mo Yu had always been the one taking the initiative.
Although Qin Fengming managed to evade his opponent's abrupt attacks time and again, each escape had been perilously close. If he failed to dodge even once, blood would surely spray across the scene.
Qin Fengming's counterattacks were equally sharp, beyond imagination, and no less dangerous than Old Monster Mo Yu's.
The two men flickered east and west, appeared and vanished in the north and south, flashing and shooting through the vast area. For a time, the battle became bizarre and impossible to imagine.
The life-and-death battle between two of the Three Realms' top-tier Mahayana cultivators produced neither thunderous crashes nor violent fluctuations.
Such a sight was exceedingly rare, but anyone could see that the scene was incomparably perilous. It was even more dangerous than those mutual attacks that roared loudly enough to deafen the ears, unleashed energy that surged to the heavens, and carried razor-sharp savagery.
One moment of carelessness would mean ending up with one's head separated from one's body.
Qin Fengming was clearly at a disadvantage. It seemed that as long as Old Monster Mo Yu launched his next attack, he could sever Qin Fengming's body and kill him on the spot.
Yet he was always that tiniest sliver away. Each of Old Monster Mo Yu's attacks was dodged by Qin Fengming, who counterattacked each time in turn. Neither man used any other methods: one flew wildly at high speed, while the other seized every opportunity to suddenly unleash an attack.
Time passed, and a whole day went by just like that. Neither changed his attack methods or movement technique.
It was not until Qin Fengming's body suddenly vanished into thin air and appeared