Only then did he realize just how enormous the gap in cultivation between himself and his opponent was. They were not on the same level at all. If this continued, he would sooner or later be defeated by his opponent.
"What should I do?"
At that thought, layers of cold sweat immediately broke out across Hong Soul's forehead. The veins on his forehead throbbed incessantly, and his eyes were filled with deep concern.
"You little bastard, you can actually fight me to a standstill? That truly surprises me! But so what? Today, you are destined to fall here!" Hong Soul took a deep breath and stared viciously at Dao Lord Taichu.
Dao Lord Taichu cast Hong Soul a cold glance, his eyes filled with mockery. He said indifferently, "You think you can kill me? You think far too highly of yourself!"
Upon hearing Dao Lord Taichu's words, Hong Soul's expression immediately darkened. He had not expected Dao Lord Taichu to remain so arrogant even now, and it infuriated him.
"Hmph, then give it a try!" Hong Soul snorted coldly and launched another attack at Dao Lord Taichu.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The two clashed fiercely once more. Sparks flew in every direction, space crumbled inch by inch, and the void twisted.
Explosions resounded continuously through the void, while the trembling of space grew increasingly violent.
This great battle lasted for an incense stick's duration before the two finally came to a stop.
Dao Lord Taichu stood in the distance, traces of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.
Hong Soul, meanwhile, lay motionless in the void, covered in blood. His eyes were vacant, as though he had lost all awareness.
Streams of blood continuously seeped from his body, running down his robes and dripping onto the ground with pat, pat