"Open!"
A hoarse roar rolled from Zhao Song's throat. The muscles in his arms bulged as he clamped down hard on the eighth layered force. The Mad Demon Mace, wrapped in spiraling dark-red force, smashed fiercely toward the battle axe.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The dense impacts joined into a continuous string, sparks spraying over both of them.
Leo Star Dragon grew more fluent the longer they fought, wielding the law of fire with consummate mastery.
Every chop of his twin axes carried scorching currents of air. The axe blades burned at a terrifying temperature, turning even the Mad Demon Mace a dark red as its metal began to soften. He could clearly sense his opponent's aura rapidly weakening, yet that suicidal ferocity only intensified, earning his genuine admiration.
Among human Soul Masters, few could fight to this extent.
"If you can't hold on, surrender." Leo Star Dragon pressed down with an axe, numbing Zhao Song's arms. "You've got guts. There's no need to throw your life away here."
"Bullshit!"
Zhao Song spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva. His eyes were so red they seemed ready to bleed. "I'm from the Tang Sect. The word surrender isn't in my dictionary!"
He twisted at the waist and spun around, using the momentum to sweep the Mad Demon Mace in a half circle. The eighth layered force stacked upon itself, and the mace lashed toward Leo Star Dragon's waist with the force to split mountains and shatter rocks.
Leo Star Dragon raised an axe to block, then rode the force backward by half a step. The wind from the mace scraped past his shoulder armor, tearing a shallow gash into it.
At that instant, Zhao Song's sea of consciousness suddenly exploded with a buzz.
It was as if a thin sheet of