The instant the two storms collided in the sky, they erupted into chaos. Two immense wills clashed madly, turning the entire heavens into an apocalyptic scene—darkness, disorder, and power scattering in every direction. Every strand of power seemed capable of smashing a mountain peak to pieces.
Though Great Black Heaven was astonished by the tenacity of Dole's will, he did not ease up in the slightest. The rift behind him surged wildly, and the will of a god crashed down viciously upon Dole's will.
Dole was battered until he was utterly disoriented.
If his will was a stone, then the other party's will was a steel hammer. Though smaller in quantity, it could brutally smash his will apart. He could only keep it at bay through ceaseless surging.
When the second wave of the other party's will arrived, Dole knew his scheme had succeeded. The other party's will was strong enough—and there was enough of it.
With that thought, he took a moment to activate the second measure he had left behind.
On the ground, the evil god altar shrouded in streaks of dark light suddenly radiated an intense glow. It was the foundation upon which the evil god depended for existence, the foundation that allowed it to locate this world. More than half of the evil god's power was attacking Dole, while less than half was protecting the altar.
At that moment, Great Black Heaven's expression abruptly changed. It seemed someone had tampered with the evil god altar.
The next instant, the altar's radiance bloomed to its peak before exploding with a thunderous blast.
With a deafening boom, the evil god altar exploded. The power it had been constantly releasing suddenly cut off, and the spatial rift maintained in the sky abruptly lost its support. Under the pressure of