The aftermath of the battle ravaged the southwestern borderlands of the Primordial World like a world-ending catastrophe.
Space was like shattered glass, collapsing across vast stretches to expose the dark, chaotic void behind it. It took a long time to recover, leaving countless terrifying spatial rifts and turbulent currents in its wake.
The land had suffered even more devastating damage. Mountains and rivers had been erased, waterways evaporated, leaving behind bottomless ravines and scorched fissures stretching for millions of miles. Magma surged from the earth like tears of blood, only to be swept into the sky by terrifying energy storms and transformed into a rain of fire that filled the heavens.
After dozens of exchanges, the battle seemed incomparably fierce, with neither side able to gain the upper hand.
Relying on the marvelous coordination of his two magical treasures and the formidable defense of his armor-form domain, Zhang Shuai had barely held his ground against the wild onslaught of the newly ascended True God, Junhao. He showed no obvious signs of defeat and could even occasionally launch a counterattack or two with his sword, forcing Junhao to take notice.
However, Zhang Shuai's mind was perfectly clear. Though they appeared evenly matched, he was actually inferior to Junhao.
More precisely, his avatar was inferior to Junhao. But if this newly ascended True God had only this much strength, then once his true body arrived, it would be Junhao's day of death!
Of course, that was impossible. The True God Realm could not possibly be so simple. Junhao certainly still had some trump cards he had yet to reveal.
Zhang Shuai could clearly sense that Junhao had not used his full strength. Was he testing him, familiarizing himself with his newly acquired power by using him as a sparring partner, or trying