"How powerful!" Rong Yuan cried in shock. His body nearly shattered; even the Supreme Cloak could not completely neutralize Qin Yue's peak strike.
But he had not died in the end.
At this point, with both sides evenly matched, killing the enemy in a single blow was utterly impossible. Only a long tug-of-war, wearing each other down without end, could gradually kill the other.
Rong Yuan flashed back and launched another offensive at Qin Yue.
Qin Yue's tenacity was like Supreme armor plates. He yielded not an inch and struck back in the same strongest stance.
Boom boom boom boom boom!
The ancient realm swayed endlessly. Universes were destroyed one after another, and the number of tiny living beings killed or injured was beyond count.
Both sides seemed to possess inexhaustible power. They fought from the left side of the three portions of Supreme Remains to the right, then from the high skies down to the ground, plowing ravines billions of universes deep into the incomparably hard molecular-universe surface of the Sacred Realm.
The commotion of this battle alarmed nearly half of the Purple Mountain Saint Realm. Even the powerhouses near other Supreme Corpse remains in the distance sensed the earth-shaking battle here.
The two continued to exhaust each other. Rong Yuan was like an abyss, with strength that never ran dry. Although Qin Yue was not in peak condition, his profound reserves were not something that could be depleted so casually.
The Sacred Realm's tremors continued for a full seven eras.
The duration of a single battle was even longer than the entire lifetime of many cultivators within the universe!
The longer they fought, the more obvious Qin Yue's advantage became.
Because he was a Supreme!
As a powerhouse who needed only a sufficient scale of mass to officially