Blood thunder shook the heavens, and blood light flooded the world.
At the core where the dazzling flames and endless blood thunder were clashing madly, Hun Tiandi stood on the void, blood light surging around him like a tide.
His scarlet blood eyes were fixed on the figure opposite him, standing unmoving within the Sea of Fire.
His Blood Demon Heart-Eroding Thunder was already one of his ultimate arts, almost his strongest method besides his final trump card.
And yet Lin Ming had actually relied on those dazzling flames fused from multiple Heavenly Flames to forcefully withstand it. Judging by his bearing, he was not at the slightest disadvantage.
This result made the gloom in Hun Tiandi's eyes grow even denser.
He had thought that with the battle experience he had accumulated over several thousand years and the secret arts passed down through the Hun Clan's ten-thousand-year foundation, even if he could not crush Lin Ming in one stroke, he could at least gain the upper hand.
Reality, however, had slapped him hard across the face.
This young man before him, who had cultivated for no more than a few dozen years, was not inferior to him at all in battle awareness, use of power, or adaptability in the moment. In some aspects, he was even a step above him.
"Today, I swear I will kill him!"
The Killing Intent in Hun Tiandi's heart boiled to its peak.
He suddenly gritted his teeth, and a hint of resolve and madness flashed through his blood-red eyes.
If this fight continued like this, Lin Ming would only wear him down bit by bit. Rather than sit and wait for death, he might as well risk everything in a desperate gamble!
Hun Tiandi threw his head back and let out an extremely shrill,