In the void, a young man in a black Classical Robe and a valiant man in purple-black clothing clashed without pause.
Lin Dong wielded the Thunder Staff, his spiritual power constantly shifting as darkness, water, fire, lightning, light, and other attributes cycled in turn. Amid the birth and destruction of yin and yang, even space twisted into chaos.
Starlight glittered around Amon as layer upon layer of Gates condensed and shattered, only to condense again. From time to time, he clenched a hand forward and launched a counterattack.
He did not attack frequently, focusing mainly on defense and evasion, but every time he struck, it was exceedingly tricky and vicious.
Lin Dong was known as the Martial Ancestor, so his combat instincts were naturally formidable. He had fought his way to where he was today! Although Amon's fighting style was vastly different from that of the enemies he had faced in the past, far more elusive and unpredictable, it still posed little threat to him.
Their battle was both spectacular and perilous, holding the attention of every expert present as they watched every moment through the shattered space.
However, Xiao Yan noticed something discordant. As half a disciple of Amon's, he could not claim to understand him deeply, but he was quite clear on certain surface-level details...
Amon's realm was absolutely no lower than his own, and his combat strength would not be weaker either!
This Amon seemed evenly matched against Lin Dong, but in reality, he spent more time maneuvering around him, with very few direct confrontations.
In this battle, he was using far less power than Lin Dong. On closer observation, one could see that he was somewhat hard-pressed.
So this might not be the Main Body, but merely a spiritual-power incarnation!
The moment that thought arose, even