The battle between two superpowered titans erupted in an instant.
Either of them, with a casual strike, could unleash a terrifying natural disaster. Now, above the Westchester Area, they fought with everything they had. From the moment they clashed, earth-shaking phenomena erupted.
The sky trembled, the earth howled, and countless free particles in the air perished in the collision between the two. The air itself became like boiling water, continuously twisting in ways visible to the naked eye under the interference of overwhelming shockwaves.
To ordinary eyes, even through the most advanced telescopes, all that could be seen were terrifying beams shooting into the heavens. At a glance, they resembled auroras, yet they brewed destructive power.
The next moment, the golden figure was violently hurled back by an invisible force. He barely stabilized himself in midair, then, without the slightest hesitation, driven by extreme exhilaration, charged forward again. He swung his heavy fist, and with one thunderous blow shattered every tangible and intangible substance ahead, crushing all defenses through absolute violence.
Every second, explosions of terrifying yield erupted without end. Yet when they encountered the other side's powerful attacks, that force was swiftly depleted and annihilated before it could reach its peak and spread.
Duva watched the battle closely. Through Reynolds's own perspective, he was practically experiencing this world-shaking, disaster-level clash firsthand.
Even looking back across the past centuries, this battle was destined to leave its mark on human history. It was a battle at the pinnacle.
Naturally, the destruction and casualties caused by the clash between these two superpowered beings rose by several orders of magnitude. Even from far away, anyone accidentally brushed by the tiniest trace of their escaping aftershock would be reduced to nothing on the spot.
Forget joining the battle—weaklings who watched from even several kilometers