As the Devil Lord's finger shattered mountains and rivers, Nezha and the Bull Devil King were locked in fierce battle inside a miniature universe of blooming green lotuses and towering divine bulls. They appeared almost simultaneously among different nebulae, galaxies, and star systems. The spearhead danced, the bull's horns flashed sharp, and they clashed again and again, unleashing countless bursts of thunder that flared and died. Between those flashes, worlds could be seen from beginning to end. The shock waves stretched suns, destroyed stars, and turned entire galaxies into pure energy to hurl at one another.
Though they had only recovered to the initial Creation realm, when two Great Divine Ability Users fought in earnest, Peng Demon King and Demon King Jiao had no way to interfere. None of their divine abilities or secret arts could get close; the moment they touched the battle, they vanished without a trace. Even they had to shelter beneath the phantom of the white divine bull and hide in the universe's subtler reaches, lest they be caught up in the battle raging everywhere. That would mean serious trouble.
This left Peng Demon King deeply frustrated. At his peak, why would he have feared Nezha? But time was not on his side. It would take another two or three years for him to recover to Creation. Though Nezha was no longer like those peerless powerhouses bearing the title of Heavenly Venerable, able to crush him with only a fraction of their strength, there was still a gap in their realms. Joining the fight would not help the Bull Devil King—it would only get in the way.
Swallowing his frustration, Peng Demon King narrowed his eyes and peered beyond the phantom of the white divine bull. The two combatants seemed to have become countless, appearing in