I Just Want One Battle Style

So strong!

After sensing it slightly, even Li Su could not help but draw in a breath.

Setting aside how far a Fifteen-Fire Golden Core could ultimately go, in terms of sheer power alone, it was basically enough to clash head-on with him when he wielded the Seven Supreme Sages.

Not only that, beneath Li Su's feet lay the vast Netherland, from which terrifying energy constantly surged forth, flooding through his entire body.

That immense reserve of magical power was somewhat unbelievable, but without question, it was nearly bottomless!

At this moment, magical power had lost all meaning to Li Su.

Unless someone crushed him in terms of realm, draining him dry would be almost impossible.

At least at the Golden Core stage, the Netherland was like a perpetual-motion machine for Li Su.

Faced with this result, Li Su's eyes grew somewhat fiery.

He could feel the terrifying power within himself.

The Golden Core was even more effective than he had imagined. The Seven Supreme Sages were all stirring, and terrifying ripples burst across the surface of his body.

Never before had such near-infinite, boundless energy run through his entire body.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The Fifteen-Fire Golden Core was incomparably domineering, taking a completely different path from Dao Fruits and the primordial spirit.

Power burst endlessly within his body like a tsunami.

Without question, this sense of fulfillment was unprecedented.

The Dao Fruits were all dancing, immersed in that boundless ocean of energy.

Even the supreme treasures trembled. The Kindling Flame Banner leaped directly down from his soul, plunged into the eternal land beneath his feet, and pierced the rear of the Netherland.

Its flagpole trembled, cracks running across it—the wounds Eastern Emperor had inflicted before. Even after so long, they had yet to heal; there simply had not been