Harvesting Golden Nature

At the center of the battlefield, Lokman and Buseus had already clashed directly.

With a wave of Lokman's hand, ice sealed the land for thousands of miles. Frigid air at absolute zero froze heaven and earth, while countless ice spikes shot toward Buseus like enormous spears.

A wave of helplessness rose in his heart, but since he had acted, he no longer hesitated in the slightest. After all, he understood clearly.

Xu Yunfan's strength far exceeded his imagination. When they had first met, Xu Yunfan had lifted him up with one hand and asked whether he wanted to live or die.

Heavens have mercy, who would want to die?

Had he not recognized the other party as an otherworldly demon, Xu Yunfan's strength would even have made him believe that he was some ancient god who had awakened from some obscure corner.

For him to willingly hide as a middle god and lie low, he must have been plotting something enormous.

But to survive, Lokman had no choice but to do this.

At that moment, Buseus transformed into an intangible gale, weaving through the gaps between the ice spikes. With a raised hand, he unleashed hurricane tornadoes that tore apart the earth, shredding the frozen frost inch by inch.

Every collision triggered heavenly phenomena. Fragments of ice crystals and wind blades fell like a rain of destruction, shaking several nearby mountain ranges without cease.

The battle between two high gods was a confrontation at the level of the divine authority laws bestowed by the Heavenly Dao, a crushing contest of divine kingdom power and a clash of Incense Wish Power. Even ordinary middle gods could be instantly gravely injured or obliterated by the aftershocks if they came too close.

The battlefield below was even more tragically brutal.

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