"Winners become kings and losers become bandits. No matter the reason, you were ultimately a step behind." Lu Xiaotian glanced at his opponent.
Before they knew it, the two sides had been fiercely battling for decades. Their consumption was naturally considerable, but both had originally possessed plenty of treasures and pills for replenishment.
While fighting, they could also absorb the wandering profundities of the laws between heaven and earth to replenish themselves. Though they had fought for a long time, and the places they passed had suffered the collapse of heaven and earth, with vast regions becoming dead zones where all life vanished,
the disturbance appeared immense, but in truth, with both sides constantly replenishing themselves, they still maintained extremely vigorous combat strength.
The main reason was that neither Lu Xiaotian nor the Ancient Desolation Devil Emperor was certain of being able to take down the other. Though they had continued fighting, wary that when the snipe and clam wrestled, a fisherman might profit, and though their prolonged battle had seen no shortage of perilous and savage moments, neither had made any attempt to fight to the death.
They shifted their battlefield from place to place, clashing all the way. Sometimes they restrained themselves; sometimes they fought in earnest. The Devil Realm's invasion of the Desolate Sea was certain, and the Ancient Desolation Devil Emperor was no stickler for rules. During their fierce battle, the Devil Lord experts he summoned kept arriving.
How could Lu Xiaotian let him have his way? Relying on his more powerful divine sense, he moved through several different dangerous regions along the way. Combined with their great speed, the Devil Lord experts summoned by the Ancient Desolation Devil Emperor were never able to join the fight, most of them shut out beyond the dangerous regions.