Then Hongjun threw off all restraint, summoning several more Wheels of the Heavenly Dao and launching a counterattack that forced Houtu to respond again and again.
For a time, attacks crisscrossed every corner of the Purple Heaven Palace, terrifying waves of magical power surging back and forth within it. Their clash kept the entire palace trembling, and before long, it had been battered almost beyond recognition.
Their terrifying battle surpassed any tribulation the Primordial World had ever endured, reaching a level far beyond ordinary comprehension or imagination. Even if the six Saints-the Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, Zhunti, and Jieyin-had been present, they would probably have stared in stunned disbelief, feeling their entire understanding of the world overturned.
One was the strongest being in the Primordial World, the other a prodigy of the Spacetime Realm. Their battle represented a collision between the pinnacles of two worlds, and it was spectacularly fierce! While they fought in the Purple Heaven Palace, the decisive battle between the two worlds on Mount Buzhou, on the Primordial Continent, also reached fever pitch.
Cultivators fought in every direction around Mount Buzhou. Severed limbs littered the ground, and as far as the eye could see, mountains of corpses and seas of blood stretched without end.
The clash of blades, heartrending screams, roars of charging warriors, and the whistling of a forest of spears and a rain of projectiles resounded through heaven and earth! In the Heavenly Court above Mount Buzhou, the ruined, collapsed palaces bore no resemblance to their former selves. From the Heavenly Court down to the mountain range below, flames of war raged and dust billowed, lighting the night as brightly as day.
"Kill!"
Whether they belonged to the Spacetime Realm or the Primordial World, every cultivator had become blood-mad. Countless cultivators tangled together, with only