With a single collision, both were shaken.
Clearly, after using his own Great Dao as fuel, even though Li Su had already overloaded himself and invoked the sixth Supreme, the near-Saint Evil Spirit's actions still left his blood and qi surging and his soul trembling.
He took a light breath, feeling the sweet, fishy taste rising in his throat, and his pupils could not help but contract.
This choice did not surprise him.
Burning one's origin to fight was exceedingly rare among high-level cultivators, but when it truly came down to fighting for one's life, even if one was unwilling, one had no choice but to use it.
After all, no matter how difficult it was to recover from, it was still better than being beaten to death alive.
However, unlike ordinary living cultivators, the Evil Spirit was far too decisive. The moment it realized its situation, it immediately began burning its origin Great Dao without the slightest hesitation, as though it did not care in the least.
That was good too!
Wasn't the reason Li Su had chosen to forcibly exceed his limits precisely because if this dragged on, it would never end?
The longer time was delayed, the more dangerous it became for him.
Now that the other side had chosen to ignite its Great Dao, that in itself was a form of consumption.
Of course, with the river of a near-Saint, it would undoubtedly take an extremely long time to burn the entire river dry.
So, the battle ahead was simple.
They would fight, continuously wearing down the other side.
One had to know that Li Su still held a certain degree of apprehension toward near-Saint Evil Spirits.
What he feared was nothing else but the battle from not long ago, when Emperor Sovereign and the others