Emperor Rank, Progenitor Dragon Tribulation Body

Beneath the starry sky, the sound of the two men breathing seemed nonexistent in the silent universe.

Yet the violent heaving of their chests could not be concealed.

Neither of them had the energy to conceal it.

Long Zhenfeng's eyes gleamed with unyielding determination, while the Seven Emotions Devil Emperor wore a sinister expression, a cold smile hanging from the corner of his lips.

"Hmph, what a tenacious fellow."

The Seven Emotions Devil Emperor spoke first. Although his heart had been pierced through, his formidable vitality had already restored more than half of his injuries.

"Likewise."

Long Zhenfeng replied. His left arm had regrown, but his face was even paler than before.

However, his recovery speed was far slower than that of the Seven Emotions Devil Emperor.

A sneer appeared on the Seven Emotions Devil Emperor's lips. "Your strength truly is frightening, and your talent is heaven-defying. You could once only struggle to survive under my hand, yet now you can barely fight me to a draw.

"If I do not eliminate you, I will never be at ease. Today, let us settle this once and for all."

Long Zhenfeng slowly sat cross-legged in place, as though he had given up. "Do as you please. But I will still say the same thing: even if I die, there are others. Our kind will keep coming without end. You have no hope."

The Seven Emotions Devil Emperor's gaze grew increasingly sinister. Devil Qi surged from his body like rolling black clouds, endlessly churning as though it would devour everything.

"Hmph, do you think insignificant creatures like you can stop the iron hooves of my Prime Devil Race?"

The Seven Emotions Devil Emperor sneered and flipped his palm. Unlike the seven-colored saber from before—

A pitch-black Devil Sword appeared in his hand.