With this punch, Dao Ancestor Changhui intended to crush the shadow completely and vent the hatred in his heart.
However, the mysterious shadow showed no fear at all.
Even at the brink of life and death, he still did not reveal his true form. He merely turned around slowly and threw a punch as well.
That punch appeared ordinary, without any dazzling radiance or strange runes. Its sheer plainness was astonishing.
Yet the Dao Ancestors had eyes like torches and immediately saw its extraordinary nature—the fist wind carried shocking blood qi, like a blazing sun burning fiercely. Everywhere the blood qi passed, space was dyed crimson.
The vitality contained within it was even more suffocatingly powerful, as though it could give birth to an entirely new world of the All Heavens.
"Oh? Interesting."
There was a hint of surprise in Dao Ancestor Changhui's voice. When he sensed no Dark Power, the killing intent in his eyes quietly faded, replaced by intense fighting spirit.
He could clearly sense that the shadow, like himself, possessed an incomparably powerful physical body. Its strength was comparable to an unrivaled supreme treasure, and every inch of skin seemed to contain the power to cleave Heaven and create Earth.
As far as he was concerned, his previous battle against Dao Ancestor Azure Dragon had been nothing more than child's play. It had not satisfied him in the slightest.
At this moment, his fighting spirit surged around him like a raging blaze. The flames radiated a terrifying heat capable of destroying Heaven and Earth, as though they would burn everything in the world to ashes.
He threw back his head and roared, his voice making the All Heavens and Myriad Realms tremble. The phantom of gods and demons behind him roared along with him, creating a spectacle