The two of them each retreated a hundred zhang, lightly stamping the Arena's surface beneath their feet.
Faint ripples of light appeared across the Arena's surface, only to be smoothed away by the Arena's laws in the next instant, leaving no trace behind.
Ning An took a breath, the light in his amber pupils still bright.
Several feathers on his wings had shattered and fallen away, while several emerald-green scratches had appeared across his golden armor.
He raised a hand to wipe away the thread of golden blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, then looked at Eers opposite him, his smile as gentle as ever.
"Not bad."
Eers also took a breath, a solemn gleam flickering in his deep-blue eyes.
Several scorched black burns had appeared on his tattered cloth robes.
His black skin was covered in dense white scorch marks, but under the nourishment of emerald radiance, those marks rapidly healed.
His right hand gripping Green Bamboo trembled faintly, black blood dripping from his fingertips.
"You're not bad either."
The two stared at each other from a hundred zhang apart, and the Arena fell into a brief silence.
Outside the Arena, the cultivators watching the battle had long since been dumbstruck.
"These two... they're both in the Third Heaven Quasi-Saint Realm, but with this kind of combat power, they've probably already touched the threshold of the Fourth Heaven Quasi-Saint Realm, haven't they?"
"The Feather God Clan truly lives up to its name. Ning An is only in the Third Heaven Quasi-Saint Realm, yet his comprehension of the Law of Light is already this profound."
"Eers is no less impressive. They've fought for so long, yet neither has gained the upper hand. It's hard to judge who will win and who will lose."
"Don't rush. The two of