Boom!
On the battlefield, Zhao Cheng was sent flying by the Dark Emperor's sudden eruption. Even as he flew, a chain of violent explosions erupted across his body.
His form gathered and scattered, scattered and gathered. The Dark Emperor's instant burst had not merely blocked his fist—it had also dealt him the most tyrannical counterattack.
Had his will not been so powerful at this moment, surpassing the abyssal sea, with his entire being in an indescribably strange state, that single counterattack would have reduced both his body and soul to nothing. Even the radiance of Immortality and the spiritual light of Immortality would have been ground away alive. Immortality did not mean indestructibility.
Ordinarily, in a battle between beings of their level, if the gap was not too great, it was fundamentally impossible for one side to instantly kill the other.
Even a struggle lasting several thousand or tens of thousands of years was perfectly commonplace.
When the disparity was small, what was contested was not explosive power, but the tiny advantages accumulated through unceasing conflict. Only when those advantages piled up, snowballing until they abruptly crushed the opponent, could victory or defeat be decided.
But both Zhao Cheng and the Dark Emperor were exceptional. In terms of foundational power, the gap between them was not large. One occupied the future, while the other occupied the present. Yet Zhao Cheng currently possessed a special state of mind, along with the power of two invincible arts. That was why his previous strike had nearly blown the Dark Emperor apart.
As for the Dark Emperor, his potential had indeed erupted amid danger, activating some profound transformation within the power of apocalypse.
Although Zhao Cheng himself now counted as half a soul of darkness, he could not even clearly perceive that transformation, let