The fierce fighting spirit bursting from Chu Yun's eyes made the Night Emperor's heart tighten at once. Chu Yun's gaze was not the desperate struggle of a dying man—it was a last-ditch counterattack bearing sparks of hope!
The Night Emperor's talent was not inferior to Chu Yun's in the slightest. To have created the Great Dao Transformation Art, his brilliance could be called unparalleled throughout the ages even in the Nine Provinces.
Alarm bells blared in his heart. The Night Emperor immediately steadied himself, his gaze turning solemn as he raised an arm and shouted, "Great Dao Transformation Art!"
A murky gray light spread across his entire body.
Then the light of transformation abruptly swelled, separating from the Night Emperor's body and expanding five or sixfold in an instant, forming a gigantic gray hand.
Crash!
The gray giant hand bore an overwhelming momentum, sweeping aside all the surrounding heavenly tribulations as it clawed at Chu Yun with incomparably savage force.
If that blow caught him, even if Chu Yun did not die, he would surely be left with only his final breath.
The Night Emperor had reacted with incredible speed. Chu Yun drew a sharp breath and unleashed the Battle Victory Techniques in his hand.
Netherworld Phantom Lightning, Sacred Brilliance of Noble Heroes, Heaven-Returning Divine Wind Flow—radiant streams of light linked together, some vast and mighty, some bleak and desolate, some bright, some sinister.
All the Battle Victory Techniques converged into a five-colored orb of light two zhang in diameter. As it advanced, it first canceled out the light of transformation shooting toward Chu Yun's brow, then slammed viciously into the giant hand of transformation.
Both sides were ferocious, like two meteors colliding, yet strangely, not a sound was made.
In the stalemate, the five-colored orb bloomed with ever more