She crossed a distance of several hundred light-years without seeming to notice, arriving directly before Qin Heng.
Qin Heng was shrouded in Nether God Power, his movements sluggish and his strength depleted.
Yet there was no fear in his eyes as he looked at Nethermoon, only a trace of pity. "To suppress me, you're willing to burn yourself away. Is it worth it?"
Nethermoon said calmly, "Whether it is worth it is not for me to decide, but for the future."
In other words, she was not fighting Qin Heng out of personal grudges, but to win an opportunity for the people of the God Ruins Realm.
Qin Heng felt a measure of admiration for such conviction.
Unfortunately, this was a clash between factions. Neither side could yield.
"You can't kill me like this," Qin Heng said, hoping to persuade her to stop.
Nethermoon said stubbornly, "So long as I do my utmost, I will have no regrets even if I cannot."
She still believed deeply in herself, and in the Nether God Power her father had left her.
Qin Heng shook his head and sighed. "True Gods are not invincible, much less the Nether God, who has long since fallen."
The existence of the Undying Secret Casket had overturned his understanding of battle. Any force that could not kill instantly was useless against its holder.
Hearing this, Nethermoon sensed something unusual. She said to Qin Heng, "There is something behind your words. What are you trying to say?"
Qin Heng slowly raised one hand. Under the suppression of True God power, he struggled somewhat to condense the power of Dimension Return into a palm strike and push it forward.
Sizzle—
This palm strike was not comparable to one at his peak, but it still temporarily blasted the Nether Moon