The two men grappled fiercely across the ground, rolling clouds of dust billowing into the air and obscuring everyone's vision.
All anyone could hear were successive thunderous booms.
Not long afterward, the dust dispersed, revealing two giants as massive as mountains.
Everyone's eyes focused on the two men...
At that moment, two of Shang Long's arms had been severed, and a huge gash ran across his neck, blood gurgling out from it. His enormous eyes were already vacant.
Tan Xuan's condition did not look much better. His entire body was covered in bruises, and the golden light on his skin had dimmed. He had clearly suffered serious injuries.
"Bah! What a troublesome thing!" Tan Xuan spat.
Just then, Shang Long's body began to shrink rapidly, and the Desolate God Power quickly dissipated...
"Shang Long!"
Qi Chang's face darkened. He transformed into a streak of Escaping Light and rushed over, scooping Shang Long's body into his arms.
After cultivating the Desolate God, one's physical body naturally possessed unprecedented power. Yet once it suffered a fatal injury, it was extremely difficult to repair. Such was the way of gaining one thing and losing another.
The wound on Shang Long's neck had taken his life directly!
"How dare you kill someone!" Qi Chang was furious by now, and a vast, surging aura rose from him.
Shang Long was a clansman of Qi Chang's branch, extremely close to him, and had been nurtured by Qi Chang all the way to his current level. Qi Chang had never expected him to die here today, and was naturally heartbroken.
Even without manifesting the Desolate God Body, Qi Chang still put tremendous pressure on Tan Xuan.
Tan Xuan wiped the blood from his face and sneered. "If he was too weak but still insisted on clinging to