On the Arena, two currents of Saintly Breath collided soundlessly.
White Saintly Breath surged around Ning An like tides, layer upon layer, as though the Milky Way of the Ninth Heavens were pouring backward into the mortal world.
Beneath Eers's feet, emerald Saintly Breath spread like an ocean, unending, like an ancient primordial forest taking root within the Void.
The two forces met at the center of the Arena. There was no roar, no explosion, yet the space there cracked with fine lines like thin ice.
Chaos churned within those cracks, laws shattered, and karma fell into disorder. Yet the Arena's surface remained as smooth as an ancient mirror, without even a speck of dust being stirred.
The barriers around them stood like eternal walls of heaven, swallowing all aftershocks into nothingness without raising the slightest ripple.
In the spectator stands, everyone held their breath.
Though everything outside the Arena was calm and peaceful, they felt as if two worlds were crushing against each other above their heads.
That feeling was truly unbearable.
"Please."
Eers gave a slight nod, courteous to the extreme.
"Please."
Ning An nodded as well, his smile gentle.
The moment the words fell, the two moved at once.
Ning An's wings beat fiercely, and he shot forward as a streak of white light.
His speed reached the utmost extreme, dragging a long white trail through space.
Within that trail, the Law of Light condensed into tiny motes, like a string of white pearls scattered across the void.
He extended his right hand, spreading his five fingers. In his palm, an exceedingly thin and brilliant white ray condensed.
That ray contained the Law of Light pure to the utmost limit.
Even the space around it twisted faintly under the erosion of the Law of Light, as if