A flicker of surprise crossed Shen Luo's eyes, but his hands did not slow in the slightest. He spun swiftly, the Zhenhai Refined Iron Rod turning with him as sixty-four rod shadows emerged. An immense force capable of crushing heaven and earth descended upon the Giant Spirit God.
The Giant Spirit God's body sank, as though a towering mountain had pressed down upon him. Even moving a finger became exceedingly difficult.
He suddenly let out a furious roar. Several muffled cracks sounded within his body, and his muscles abruptly swelled. His face turned bloodred, and the fluctuations of his aura instantly doubled in strength. Clearly, he had used some secret art to unleash his latent potential.
The great axe in the Giant Spirit God's hands blazed with azure light. He abruptly straightened and spun on the spot, the azure light around him whirling along with him. In an instant, his entire body became an azure tornado, countless azure axe shadows flashing within it as they cleaved toward the sixty-four rod shadows.
Boom! Boom! Boom! ...
Countless deafening crashes erupted in rapid succession, powerful enough to rupture eardrums. Golden light and azure radiance clashed even more fiercely, setting the entire Golden Space seething. In the distance, golden light surged like raging waves.
The sixty-four rod shadows hammered down one after another, almost completely shattering the azure tornado until only a thin layer remained. Yet the power of the rod technique had been exhausted.
Shen Luo shouted, and his right fist blazed with golden light. A phantom elephant's leg appeared around it as he thrust his fist out, driving it into the azure tornado.
The surrounding air seemed to compress beneath that punch, creating a suffocating sensation.
With a sharp crack, the azure tornado shattered, scattering into countless droplets of azure light.