One move became ten million moves, one form became ten million forms, and a single instant became ten thousand years.
Black king's blood spilled across the sky as the fiercest clash yet erupted.
Meng Chuan's body, forged by Fortune, was without equal, but as the battle continued, even he suffered some wounds.
The Dark Supreme Giant was staking his life on holding Meng Chuan back.
Terrifying sword holes riddled his body. The aura of slaughter and finality flowed through them, slowing their healing to a crawl.
At half strength, a Supreme Giant is no match for me. Once my wounds heal completely, suppressing an Emperor Light Immortal King shouldn't be too difficult either.
That's about what I expected.
Meng Chuan silently formed a rough assessment of his strength.
Setting his injuries aside, after ten transformations but before becoming an Immortal King, he could suppress Supreme Giants and had no fear of Emperor Light Immortal Kings.
Now that he had become an Immortal King, his strength had naturally risen another level. At his peak, he could kill even an Emperor Light Immortal King.
In terms of combat power, Meng Chuan had reached the Emperor Light Immortal King level. One could say he had surpassed the Immortal Kings currently in the Boundary Sea.
Unfortunately, judging by his brief experience of Quasi-Immortal Emperor combat power and the pressure the Undying Netherworld Emperor had exerted on him...
He was still a long way from becoming a Quasi-Immortal Emperor.
Strictly speaking, the Quasi-Immortal Emperor combat power he had gained by merging with the Dao Flame was that of an Imperfect Quasi-Immortal Emperor.
The gulf between an Immortal King and a Quasi-Immortal Emperor was simply too vast. Or rather, the gulf between an Immortal King and an Immortal Emperor was.
In the Shrouding the Heavens World,