Boom! Boom! Boom!
The two clashed without pause, the colossal axe that shattered all things colliding again and again with the Hongyun that drowned all things.
They exchanged blows at incredible speed. To put it plainly, the colossal axe and the Hongyun were merely visible manifestations, images received by the naked eye.
In truth, the collisions between the two figures on the battlefield were far more terrifying, far more perilous.
Within the Hongyun, tens of millions of supreme scripture passages poured down. They were the sacred arts of the ancient Interception Sect Saint; every single character contained supreme divinity, with astonishing power descending without end.
They transformed into one blood-red longsword after another, ceaselessly slashing at the colossal axe.
With every collision, there were hundreds of millions, hundreds of thousands, even millions of clashes between scriptures.
The sparks they produced spread like a heavenly curtain, blanketing an area hundreds, even thousands, of miles wide.
This was the most supreme kind of grinding slaughter. Scriptures, transcendent particles, and Dao rhythms were annihilating one another like never before.
The resulting heat ignited the air and burned through the void.
Every particle of that dreadful power seemed capable of piercing a continent and shattering a star.
Many Treasures's expression was awful, his face so gloomy it seemed ready to drip water. At this moment, he was panicking—truly panicking.
The moment he recognized the identity of the man before him, he realized things had gone badly. His first thought had been to flee; all the pride of the Interception Sect's chief Taiyi disciple had long since vanished without a trace.
Yet he had been intercepted. The other party had directly shifted him to an altitude of ten thousand miles with a special divine ability, forcibly trapping him here and leaving him in the most