He thrust out one palm, and the stele's shadow solidified like the real thing, crashing down between heaven and earth and blasting Wang Lin back dozens of yards. The ground all around collapsed, and ten thousand waves surged along the blood pool's edge.
At last, the two of them became completely locked in battle.
Wind and thunder intertwined, flames shot into the sky, and every clash of fists and palms split the void like a spiderweb.
Li Jing'an drove his movements with the True Intent of Sealing, every step forming an array. Each palm he struck carried the suppressive might of heaven and earth.
Wang Lin, meanwhile, burned his vital essence to the dregs. Bloodfire Armor formed around him, lightning became his blade, and he transformed into the image of an Ancient Demon with Three Heads Six Arms, its roar shaking the heavens.
Heaven and earth thundered. Moonlight fell like snow, shattered into streams of liquid silver by the aftershocks of battle.
Li Jing'an's steps were steady as a mountain. With one palm, he collapsed the void; Wang Lin's six arms struck as one, fire and thunder raging together, scorching the heavens and refining the earth.
Fists and palms collided with a thunderous boom. The two of them were knocked back thirty feet at the same time, blood spraying from their mouths as they stood.
On the other side of the battlefield, Chu Ning seized the chance to break into the blood pool's core.
Dust billowed and Blood Mist churned. It seemed heaven and earth had already forgotten him. He alone staggered forward, stepping into that blood prison abyss where Killing Intent surged to the heavens.
He dropped to one knee. His silvery-white hair whipped violently in the night wind, his face as cold and stern as a carving. Cold