The battle between Li Qingqiu and Da Moluo was earth-shaking. Both had mastered techniques of spatial movement, and their vast range of movement made everyone in the city feel as if they were facing a natural disaster.
Li Qingqiu did his best to hold Da Moluo back, keeping him away from the Qingxiao Sect disciples.
Da Moluo had no such qualms. He didn't care in the slightest about losing Ghost Soldiers; all he wanted was to kill Li Qingqiu.
For the first time in battle, Li Qingqiu faced such immense pressure.
Da Moluo was simply too well-rounded. He had mastered all kinds of Spells, and was even proficient in soul-based ones.
If Li Qingqiu didn't possess the [Human Ghost God] Fate, he would be in serious trouble.
In a battle between the powerful, even a momentary opening could prove fatal.
It was precisely because Da Moluo was so powerful that Li Qingqiu could spend his Origin Energy as freely as he pleased. He had never experienced anything like it before.
Exhilarating!
Li Qingqiu grew more and more ferocious as the battle went on. He condensed a Sword Soul once again, joining forces with Chu Jing to attack Da Moluo.
Da Moluo suddenly felt as if he were facing two Li Qingqius, and the pressure doubled.
Facing the pincer attack from Li Qingqiu and Chu Jing, Da Moluo leaped into the air, transforming into a streak of blood-red lightning that pierced through the clouds of the night sky.
Li Qingqiu and Chu Jing stopped and looked up. A colossal black jiao was thrashing through the clouds, exuding an overwhelming pressure.
"Roar—"
A dragon's roar rang across Cloud Emperor City, making the people in the city even more agitated.
Li Qingqiu could clearly tell that the sound had some kind of bewitching