In the blink of an eye, Dragon Fight Hundred Kills and Hong Moluo had exchanged who knew how many swords and punches within the Chaos Heavenly Fire.
Both had abandoned defense. Every sword and every punch was aimed at killing the other.
With every sword Dragon Fight Hundred Kills brought down, terrifying wounds were carved into Hong Moluo's body. One had to know that with the physique of a throne, combined with the demonic realm he had contained within himself, he should not have been so "fragile."
Yet beneath this Desolate God's sword, the throne's physique was as good as decoration. Every strike was bound to damage his muscles and bones.
As for Hong Moluo, every punch embodied the peak of his lineage. Against a lesser opponent, someone like the Throne General, each punch would have killed one.
Yet when those punches landed on Dragon Fight Hundred Kills, this Desolate God seemed completely unharmed. Aside from being forced back, he suffered no other damage.
However, the flickering and vanishing Nether Soul figures within the pale flames showed that this Desolate God had not truly suffered no damage. He was merely using the Nether Souls trapped within the killing path to receive Hong Moluo's attacks in his place.
Of course, the vanishing of the Nether Souls only showed that those trapped within the killing path could not withstand even one of Hong Moluo's punches.
It had little to do with Dragon Fight Hundred Kills, this Desolate God.
But there were more than ten million Nether Souls within those pale flames. Even if one punch killed one, who knew how long it would take to wipe out every Nether Soul within the Karma Fire?
Hong Moluo could only smile bitterly. This second-ranked Desolate God might not have possessed the strongest killing power,