Boom! Boom! Boom!
On one side stood a three-headed, six-armed demon god, wielding six divine artifacts—the Godslayer Sword, Wailing Blade, Heart-Pounding Rod, Soul-Losing Ribbon, Heaven-Burning Halberd, and Soul-Suppressing Bell. With a single shake of its arms, a divine ability came crashing down.
Its power was immense.
A radius of a hundred li was swallowed up, every blow carrying the might to remake heaven and earth.
On the other side, a figure swept through the sky—strolling at times, lightly leaping at others, then spinning as though dancing with the wind. Yet every movement stirred the laws, drawing transcendent power in its wake. Between motion and stillness, it was like a scene painted into a scroll.
He threaded through heaven and earth, roaming amid destruction.
At times, he struck out with a palm. Riding the wind upward, it whipped up towering waves, its palm force becoming Dragon Waves stretching ten thousand li, surging onward without end.
The two figures wielded the ultimate divine abilities of their respective sects as they fought to the death.
Their primordial spirits were like blazing suns hanging in the sky, scorching and brilliant.
Transcendent matter steamed between heaven and earth as the principles and laws of reality collided.
With every clash, the earth was torn apart. Countless grains of sand and soil were churned up by the two of them. The splendor of Yang Spirits was displayed to the fullest in that moment—terrifying beyond measure.
Li Su's eyes flickered as he watched the battle.
It had to be said that upon reaching the Yang Spirit realm, Daoist arts and divine abilities truly entered an entirely new height. As the patterns of the Dao laws grew complete, their power became utterly incomparable to before. Every gesture genuinely possessed the might to destroy heaven and earth. Even the vast