Seeing this, Master of Black Mountain began gathering his own power as well, and the auras of both sides grew increasingly powerful.
Suddenly, they launched attacks at each other at the same time.
Dao Lord Taichu's dharma artifact transformed into a massive fireball and shot toward Master of Black Mountain in an instant.
Master of Black Mountain's treasured sword also turned into a streak of cold light, hurtling straight at Dao Lord Taichu's vital point.
The two tremendous forces collided in an instant, erupting with a deafening explosion.
The fireball and cold light crashed against each other, scattering sparks in every direction as blazing flames intertwined with frigid air.
Dao Lord Taichu and Master of Black Mountain each endured the other's attacks, yet their gazes remained unwavering.
They knew that only one side could emerge victorious from this battle, and they had to give it everything they had if they wished to defeat the other.
Time passed second by second, but the battle continued.
They exchanged countless blows, every strike carrying the weight of life and death.
More and more wounds covered their bodies, yet neither retreated. They would pay any price for victory.
Throughout the prolonged battle, Dao Lord Taichu and Master of Black Mountain steadily grew stronger.
They constantly broke through their own limits, creating miracle after miracle.
Their attacks became increasingly ferocious, each one making the entire battlefield tremble.
At last, Dao Lord Taichu's and Master of Black Mountain's attacks landed upon each other simultaneously.
For a moment, the entire battlefield fell into an eerie silence, as though even the sound of breathing had been strangled away.
The wounds on their bodies split open, blood streaming down and staining their robes red.
Their bodies were both sent flying backward in unspoken unison, crashing onto the ground dozens