At the center of the battlefield, the swift exchanges between the two powerful fighters were like a surging symphony. No one present—ordinary people or Evolvers alike—could keep up with their speed. They could only catch fleeting afterimages.
Yet such sounds, such Momentum, still left everyone utterly awestruck!
At the same time, the magnetic radiance of the sword and the demonic glow of the blade collided. In an instant, they clashed dozens, perhaps hundreds of times. The lingering Bright Light intertwined, painting a magnificent tableau of an azure dragon crashing into the moon.
Blade and sword served as brushes, the void as canvas; they wielded them in bold, sweeping strokes, revealing something extraordinary!
In the eyes of many, a battle like this had undoubtedly surpassed the realm of humanity altogether. It was simply a war between gods and demons!
And the divine youth within the field, riding the azure dragon at this moment, seemed to have rewritten the very style of the entire world.
Before this, in the minds of many, alternate dimensions, monsters, danger... all these elements together undoubtedly gave people the feeling of an apocalypse. A cruel apocalypse, where life struggled desperately for survival—this was what the end of the world was supposed to look like.
That was the case in countless films.
Slaughter, evolution, no hope...
Humanity might evolve through it and become stronger, but they would only be stronger humans—merely stronger in power. Even if they became powerful enough to destroy a city with a single punch, when one thought about it, they would be nothing more than walking nuclear warheads.
Humanity had never lacked the power to destroy cities!
Even an ordinary person, if handed a nuclear launch button, could easily press it.
Such strength of destruction was ultimately missing something.
But what they felt before