The scene shifted.
Above the battlefield, the gray, murky dome of heaven had already been torn open in countless places by the aftershocks of the two men's clash.
Logically speaking, with Lin Heng's cultivation realm, no matter how well he could endure, he should have long since run out of strength.
Yet he was still like a young bull.
Even Long Yun had nearly wrung his own qi and blood dry.
This feeling was too bizarre.
It was as if the more his opponent fought, the more excited he became, and the more he fought, the stronger he grew.
"What kind of monster are you!" Long Yun gnashed his teeth and roared.
The most despairing thing in life was nothing more than this: you thought the other party was very strong, while the other party only treated you as a whetstone.
He was a dignified Martial Venerable, the progenitor of martial arts, a figure who had stood shoulder to shoulder with the Martial Emperor in that era, and now he was actually being used as a practice sandbag by a junior at the peak of Return to Void?
"Brat, you're courting death!"
Long Yun flew into a complete rage, burning out the last of his qi and blood, pushing his power to an unprecedented height.
Win, and he won!
Lose, and he fled!
This counted as his final throw of the dice, staking everything on one cast!
He raised the blade above his head.
Into this strike, he poured all the source of his qi and blood.
With one blow, it was enough to turn everything within several dozen li into dust.
Lin Heng's pupils shrank, and the Immortal Eye pierced through the illusion after the destruction.
Then he took one step forward.
The Age Dao stepped beneath his feet,