The Hand of the Ancient God and the Black Spiral Sword slammed violently together. In this clash, the divine powers on both sides had reached an unprecedented peak. The shockwaves alone spread outward, causing more than a dozen line-drawn figures with weaker divine powers within this pure-white realm to explode on the spot, turning into countless particles of different colors that could never gather again.
Even those colossal eighth-rank lifeforms had a significant portion of their mass sheared away in that immense storm.
The shockwaves alone were already so terrifying. How devastating, then, was the very center of the collision? It had reached a realm beyond all reckoning.
In truth, achieving such destructive power would not have been difficult for them in their prime. But now, the King of Light and the Dao Lord's envoy were indeed somewhat stronger than them in terms of raw power—yet not by all that much.
But with nearly equal power, they had accomplished something far beyond what any of them could do. Even they could not help but feel shaken.
And amid their shock, they could not help wondering how much strength the Dao Lord's envoy and the King of Light would have left after such a terrifying collision.
Though the Dao Lord's envoy and the King of Light were formidable, neither had reached a state where nothing was forbidden. Even they themselves could not possibly remain at their peak after unleashing an attack so violent.
There was no doubt about that.
Thus, in that instant, many people began entertaining thoughts of making a move.
This was an opportunity. If they struck now, even if they could not seize the greatest fortune, they could still tear off a portion of it and gain the foundation to rise in the new era to come.
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