Boom!
The instant the two streams of blood essence collided, the thousand-zhang divine platform shook violently.
First Demon Blood Essence transformed into black tides that surged layer upon layer toward where Jiang Hao stood.
The blood essence pouring from Jiang Hao's body met it head-on. Where the two sides touched, space swiftly warped, and even one's gaze would be dragged off course upon falling into it.
The formation patterns spread across the arena lit up at the same time.
Streams of power flowed along the formation patterns into the four World-Pinning Black Iron pillars, then dispersed throughout the entire divine platform.
Even so,
the space above the arena still visibly caved in.
That area seemed to be squeezed inward by two forces at once, letting out a dull, heavy rumble.
Cao Mo's black robes billowed, and the First Demon Mark became increasingly distinct.
Jiang Hao stood where he was, his sleeves lifted by the waves of air, his feet never shifting in the slightest.
Neither side had truly made a move yet.
Yet merely the collision of their blood essence had already made many Martial Emperors watching the battle turn grave.
A Martial Venerable standing relatively close to the arena let out a muffled groan, his body stumbling back several steps beyond his control.
He raised his head toward the divine platform, leaving nothing but shock in his eyes.
"This is only blood essence?"
The elder Martial Emperor beside him raised a hand to block the spreading airwaves and slowly nodded.
"They haven't even used Martial Skills yet."
The Martial Venerable's breathing caught.
Without using Martial Skills, the thousand-zhang divine platform had already been pressured until every formation pattern lit up.
Once the two truly exchanged blows, just what level would their collision reach?
Above the city walls,
Jiang Daoyi