Deep within the void, on the Daluo battlefield, battle had long lost the ordinary concepts of "space" and "time." There was only a pure clash of Great Dao. Every move made by Daluo-level powerhouses was enough to shatter space and sever the flow of time.
Daoist Hongjun held a bamboo staff, his body wreathed in profound Dao resonance. Each strike of his staff seemed to draw upon the power of the entire Primordial Heaven and Earth.
Countless streams of auspicious qi surrounded Ancestor Qilin. The phantom of a Primordial Pure Land stretched endlessly behind him, with Earth Veins flowing like water, vegetation growing like forests, and phantoms of birds and beasts running and soaring within it—a flourishing Prehistoric Ecological Scroll.
Luohu was like a Demon God born of slaughter itself. The Four Swords of Zhuxian circled ceaselessly around him, and every sword strike tore through the void and severed Laws. Though his aura was slightly weaker than Hongjun's and Ancestor Qilin's, his terrifying killing intent made both Taotie and Taotie wary.
Across from them, Taotie's true form was already covered in wounds. Two of its claws, capable of rending stars apart, had been broken. Its tiger body was covered in bone-deep wounds carved by Zhuxian Sword Qi, while its single scarlet eye had been shattered by a beam of auspicious golden light from Ancestor Qilin. Black blood now streamed from the socket.
Taotie was in no better condition. Cracks covered the edge of its enormous mouth, injuries left behind by several head-on clashes with Hongjun. Its heaven-devouring divine ability, Devouring of the Return to Ruins, had been broken repeatedly, even damaging its Dao foundation to a certain extent.
"Hongjun, Ancestor Qilin, Luohu..." Taotie's voice was hoarse, filled with unwillingness and fury. "I will remember today's grudge!"
"Hmph. So what if