Amitabha Great Emperor. "Come at me!"
Rather than retreating, Battle Holy Emperor advanced. His Immortal Iron Rod swept out a perfect full moon; the instant its shaft tore through the void, Chaos qi was ripped apart, revealing a pitch-black Space Rift.
Boom!
A thunderous clash of metal exploded, and the shockwaves shattered vast swathes of surviving stars.
The Immortal Iron Rod slammed viciously into Weituo's divine bones, sparks scattering like a meteor shower.
Every collision detonated raging waves of Chaos.
The void beneath their feet warped amid repeated collapses and restorations, like paper crumpled and then smoothed flat again.
The aftershocks of other Gods and Devils battling in the distance constantly swept over them. The thunderous crashes of collapsing star rivers punctuated the sounds of their combat like war drums, and the entire starfield trembled.
Even the Great Dao had been ground away.
Weituo's physical body was monstrously tough. He took several heavy blows from the Holy Emperor head-on, leaving only a few faint white marks on his flesh.
The longer he fought, the more frenzied he became. Seizing the opening when the Holy Emperor withdrew his rod to shift his strength, he wheeled around and drove a punch into the Holy Emperor's left shoulder.
Dark-red runes erupted from his fist, burrowing into the surface of the Holy Emperor's body like maggots clinging to bone, seeking to lock down the Ancient Emperor blood vitality surging within him.
"Get out!"
Battle Holy Emperor roared. Billions of pores across his body simultaneously erupted with blinding golden blood qi. Divine Power surged madly through him like a furious ocean tide, every inch of his sinews and bones trembling and rumbling as he forcefully washed the invading dark-red runes completely away.
The sound of his sinews and bones ringing together continued without end, like