"Divine Son Meng Shen has lost!"
A loud cry suddenly rang out among the cultivators watching the battle. The cultivators, who had been listlessly nodding off, instantly perked up and hurriedly looked toward the restriction barrier.
The scene of the battle had already changed. Divine Son Qin Fengming was holding a Five-Colored Sword Blade, relentlessly pursuing Divine Son Meng Shen as he fled ahead.
The towering Chaos Pagoda belonging to Divine Son Meng Shen was now being hacked apart by dazzling sword blades one after another.
Purple ribbons continued to shoot out, but the ribbons that had previously been able to easily destroy several sword blades—with purple light flashing across them—shattered inch by inch the instant they intertwined with the blades.
Their might had been drastically weakened.
"Divine Son Meng Shen has run out of immortal Spirit Power!"
Someone suddenly shouted, seeing through the situation in the battle.
Although no one could sense the fluctuations of energy from the battle, everyone could see that the sword blades Qin Fengming was unleashing had grown far more powerful, while the streaks of light from the tower that Meng Shen was driving had weakened considerably. With everyone's experience, how could they fail to discern the reason?
The immortal Spirit Power within Mahayana cultivators was limited. During a battle, they simply could not refine immortal Spirit Stones to replenish it.
The two had battled for so long that their immortal Spirit Power drying up was only natural. The fact that they could sustain such a prolonged exchange of immortal Spirit Power already placed them among the absolute pinnacle of Mahayana cultivators.
"Kid Meng, now that you have no immortal Spirit Power left, how are you going to fight this Qin? Surrender obediently, and this Qin will spare you some flesh-and-blood suffering." Qin Fengming's figure