You won? You lost!

"Bang!"

The hammer fell, and the shield shattered.

Jinglei was sent flying again, his injuries even worse this time. A huge section of his orb of light caved in, countless bolts of lightning spilled uncontrollably in every direction, and even his single eye flickered. Clearly, his essence had been wounded.

Tang Hao pressed his advantage, raising his hammer to pursue and finish him off. But the moment he moved, a violent spatial tremor erupted beside him.

Ignoring the damage to himself, Quake Black Hand forcibly withstood the plane's suppression and unleashed a Booming Quake Light Wheel containing all his strength. Wherever the wheel passed, space shattered inch by inch, leaving horrifying black fissures as it hurtled straight toward Tang Hao's back.

Tang Hao had no choice but to turn and block.

He swung the Clear Sky Hammer backward, smashing it into the light wheel. Savage vibrations surged through the hammer into his body. Blood rose in his throat, but he forcibly swallowed it. The void beneath his feet collapsed layer by layer, and he staggered back three steps.

In that brief delay, Jinglei had already steadied himself again.

Yet strangely, despite the plane's increasingly brutal suppression, despite even their wounded essences, neither Kuang Zhen nor Jinglei showed the slightest intention of retreating. Instead, their auras carried a madness that would burn jade and common stone alike.

The two exchanged a glance across the battlefield.

No words were needed. Their thoughts connected instantly.

Their plan had progressed far enough.

Tang Hao and Ah Yin were both pinned here, giving the Master enough time to make preparations.

Next came the final step—burn their essences completely and keep the battle firmly at the Second-Level God level, never giving Tang Hao a chance to wield the deeper authority of the plane.

At worst, their