The Nether King's tattered battle armor clanked and rang; every scale of armor burst with a dark golden sheen amid the trembling.
It was as though it had been forged from nether iron in the deepest depths of the Nine Nether Hell.
His physical body was tyrannical beyond compare, his muscles knotted like coiling dragons and pythons. Every step he took left deep cracks in the void.
He was like a primeval ferocious beast, charging in with overwhelming Killing Intent. That violent aura nearly solidified, making the void within a hundred miles tremble.
Every gesture of his was filled with vast, endless power.
With one punch, he blasted a massive black hole directly into the void, swallowing all surrounding light. With one stomp, the earth split apart and magma erupted, as though the entire space were wailing beneath his feet.
Divine light burst from the double-pupiled man's eyes. Those double pupils seemed to contain the secrets of the universe's birth and destruction; with every blink, visions of stars appearing and vanishing emerged.
He drew upon the power of heaven and earth's laws, continuously pulling down countless stars. Trailing long tails of flame, those stars came crashing down like a meteor shower.
An ancient and sacred aura permeated his body, as though an ancient saint had awakened, his might terrifying to the extreme. His long hair moved without wind, every strand entwined with patterns of laws. His entire person resembled a deity who had stepped out of the age of myth.
Then there was the purple-haired woman, born close to the Dao, her entire body shrouded in a hazy Dao resonance.
With every gesture, it was as though her words became law, drawing forth runes formed from all kinds of Dao power and densely covering the sky.
Those runes sometimes transformed