A colossal shadow descended from the heavens. Even though the great thousand world had shattered, leaving only scattered points of light in the darkness, when that shadow fell, the blackness between heaven and earth faintly glimmered, instead making it seem somewhat pale by contrast.
The battle erupted almost in an instant.
On one side stood Primordial World's ultimate Great Luo; on the other, an evil lifeform from beyond the domain.
The instant they clashed, the pitch-black world collapsed. Space exploded at that moment like shattered glass.
Before the two of them, the world was as fragile as child's play.
Terrifying detonations rang out without cease, their ripples beautiful—and deadly.
In the blink of an eye, they had already exchanged blows an uncountable number of times.
Nine Heavens Sovereign was truly powerful. As the founder of the Technique Faction, every move he made was as seamless and wondrous as an antelope hanging its horns.
A fist, a palm, a kick, a collision.
Every strike was dazzling beyond measure, making one sigh inwardly at how technique could reach such a realm. Not only was every movement pleasing to the eye, more importantly, its power was astonishing.
Whether space or time, all lost their luster beneath his techniques and grew dim.
Every attack he launched stirred countless Dao rhythms, making them tremble and dance in response.
Even someone with Li Su's talent could not help but lose himself when facing Nine Heavens Sovereign, his heart filled with boundless shock.
His own strength was no exaggeration—it was terrifying to the extreme.
Yet the other party's strength was likewise peerless.
For the first time, Li Su even felt that, even if he became a limit Great Luo, he would likely find it difficult to fight the man before him within a short time.
Too strong!