"Dark Ruins: Seven Sins Tribulation!"
In a twist, Wang Lian split into seven. Seven Wang Lians clad in black armor unleashed their divine abilities at once, joining forces in a single strike that seemed poised to punch through the universe.
Faced with such a scene, Zhao Cheng in white remained utterly calm, even finding the leisure to say, "Is this your limit?!"
"Young man, go back and train for another hundred thousand years!"
"Caw! Caw! Caw!"
"Too slow! Too slow!"
With a casual thrust of his sword, Zhao Cheng turned each slash into a single point particle, condensing all power into one point. Its energy level was clearly far below Wang Lian's divine ability, yet it broke the surface with a single point, directly shattering the strike.
Seeing this, many people in the arena could not help thinking that although this summoned Dao Ancestor was rather fond of showing off, he truly had the substance to back it up.
At the same time, many were curious how exactly he had been summoned. After all, methods of Spirit Invocation were not scarce in the Ancient Cosmos, but they had never seen one so powerful.
Of everyone present, Zhao Cheng saw things most clearly. Clearly, those were not words he himself would say, but words Zhao Xiaoxiang believed he would say.
The only flaw of this move was its enormous consumption of the power of the Grotto-Heaven. After using it once, it would take at least sixty years to amass enough power again.
In the short time that followed, the two had already exchanged several moves. Wang Lian was cut to death several times, and every time he came back from the dead, he grew stronger. More precisely, his compatibility with the Seven Sins Battle Armor grew ever higher.
Yet this imitation