Thunder and lightning raged.
Lightning flashed and thunder boomed.
Dark red became the only color between heaven and earth, as if faded bloodstains had been printed across the sky's curtain.
Vast and boundless, stretching endlessly in every direction.
The White-haired old man had already become one with Xian'an City.
Now, he burst from the enormous gate formed from gray mist. His towering Dharma Idol rose into the clouds, terrifying beyond measure, and its immense might nearly submerged the City of Wrongful Deaths in the sky.
Bang—!
A fist as large as a mountain peak slammed heavily into the City of Wrongful Deaths.
The Taboo Weapon shook violently from the impact.
Hundreds of thousands of fine cracks blossomed across the heavens. Space shattered, and the darkness of the Void Abyss suddenly descended upon Blue Star.
Terrifying Supernatural Fluctuations.
The gazes from the distant Other Shore all turned toward this place in unison.
"That old monster truly is extraordinary."
"You are not the source of Xian'an City, but you replaced it and became one with this dead city."
"Although you are shackled,"
"you have still walked an entirely new path."
The Wuheng Holy Lord spoke.
The White-haired old man formed from gray mist kept silent, his expression cold. He raised both fists and fiercely bombarded the City of Wrongful Deaths, making it teeter on the verge of collapse, almost unable to remain suspended in the firmament.
By now, the battle had reached this point.
There was no need for any more unnecessary words. Neither side would stop until the other was dead.
In today's battle,
a Half-God would surely disappear from this era, waiting to be resurrected after the long years of history had passed.
"Heh heh."
Seeing that the White-haired old man ignored him, the Wuheng Holy Lord was not surprised.