On the ground, the Demon Race experts who had once thought themselves invincible had long since scattered. Some hid deep underground, some fled toward the distant horizon, and others lay limp on the ground, without even the strength to run.
The entire Cycle World teetered under the collision of those two forces, like a lone skiff amid raging waves.
Fang Chen grew stronger with every exchange.
He could clearly feel it: each time he devoured the Undying God King's power, the Eight-Element Fusion Cycle within him became purer and stronger, like a riverbed scoured again and again, growing wider and deeper.
After devouring a vast amount of the Undying God King's energy, his Combat Strength had climbed to the late stage of Eighth-Revolution Immortal Emperor, just one step from the peak of the Eighth Turn.
His sword struck faster and faster, each blow heavier than the last. Every cut tore a larger chunk of energy from the Undying God King, and every time he devoured one, his aura rose more noticeably.
At last, the Undying God King panicked.
He could feel his aura steadily weakening.
The decline was painfully slow, like sand trickling through an hourglass, but it was real.
He had fought for years and never encountered anything like this. Even the Immortal Emperors who had entered the Cycle World back then had never inspired such fear in him. Eventually, their strength would run dry, and they would become nourishment for the Reincarnation Land.
But now, the power Fang Chen devoured was truly gone, never to return.
For the first time, he felt afraid.
He tried to put distance between them, to escape Fang Chen's reach and use his superior speed and movement to seize control of the battle again.
But how could Fang Chen give him a moment