The Battle Reaches a Stalemate, Wen Zhong's Killing Intent

Yet anyone could see that Xuan Shuo was not fighting easily at this moment.

Taiyi was an ancient Demon Emperor. His Golden Crow Dao Body was innately above all laws, his offensive power unmatched in the Primordial World. The longer he fought, the fiercer he became, his baleful aura soaring into the heavens.

Changxi held the Moon Golden Wheel. Though she had lost the Myriad Dragons Atlas, she still controlled the River Luo principles of heaven and earth. Her offense and defense were flawless, sinister and unpredictable.

The Emperor and Empress united as one, bolstered by the Demon Clan's fortune. With the River Luo Formation stabilizing the field, their combined strength was far more than one plus one equaling two. It had already reached the ultimate peak of the Third Heaven of the Primordial Golden Immortal realm.

Xuan Shuo used his body alone to withstand the frenzied assault of the two emperors. Deadly killing intent came from every direction. Golden Crow True Fire scorched his imperial robes, Taiyin Cold Fiend eroded his Dao Body, and yin-yang Dao patterns continuously ground against the barriers of his flesh. The void around him shattered inch by inch, while layers of Dao sounds exploded.

Fine battle marks had slowly appeared on his shoulders and cuffs, revealing just how perilous the fierce battle was.

Yet the more he was driven into the limits of this bitter struggle, the brighter the light of enlightenment in Xuan Shuo's eyes became.

No one knew that from the beginning of the battle until now, he had been using the twin emperors' ultimate Dao attacks to temper his own Dao Foundation and comprehend the true essence of the Primordial.

His cultivation had long been perfected, stalled at the peak of the Third Heaven of the Primordial Golden Immortal realm for