Di Jiang raised a hand and sliced open space, isolating the wilderness west of Buzhou Mountain.
Qing Xuan, Gonggong, and the others stood outside the battlefield.
At the center of the wilderness, Houtu struck first.
She made no probing move.
The instant her foot touched down, hundreds of millions of miles of earth sank at once. Riding the recoil, Houtu shot into the sky. Her body had barely left the ground before her fist was already before Qing Yi!
Her punch summoned no celestial phenomena.
All its power was compressed into her flesh and blood, concentrated at a single point on her fist.
Where it passed, space did not shatter but collapsed inward, as though she would punch straight through the entire world.
Qing Yi stood where she was and raised her palm to meet it.
Fist met palm.
Boom!
The wilderness beneath their feet burst apart.
A ring of force swept across the ground, uprooting peak after peak and crushing them into dust before they could fall from the sky.
Qing Yi's azure skirt snapped in the wind, but her feet never moved.
Houtu felt as though her punch had plunged into a boundless world. Power enough to shatter mountains and rivers poured forward endlessly, yet could never reach its limits.
The next moment, a vast surge of worldly power rolled back along her fist.
The fighting spirit in Houtu's eyes burned brighter. She flipped with the force and landed, her feet carving two furrows ten thousand miles long through the wilderness before she finally dispersed it all.
"Take another punch!"
With a ringing laugh, she sent black-and-yellow Dao light soaring behind her.
Mountain ranges rose from the wilderness in unison.
With every step Houtu took, another mountain's might merged into her Dao body.
By the time she had