In the Chaos beyond the heavens, Heavenly Profound Fire raged, and violent currents of Chaos filled every corner. Nothingness coexisted with deathly silence, while birth and destruction alternated.
This place lay far beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, an endless distance even from Hongjun's Purple Heavens Palace.
At that moment, twelve figures stood silently in the Chaos Void. Despite the raging Heavenly Profound Fire and the battering currents of Chaos, they remained unshaken, like twelve reefs.
"Daochen, the battle hasn't begun yet. There's still time if you wish to reconsider!"
Deep within the currents of Chaos, Goumang stood tall, his expression unchanged as Heavenly Profound Fire lashed his body.
He had long awaited a battle with Daochen, but certainly not a contest of physical strength.
After all, Daochen belonged to the Demon Race, not the Witch Clan, which focused on cultivating the body. Though his body was not weak, it still could not compare to theirs!
Goumang had already manifested his Ancestral Witch True Form, towering a million zhang tall. Two dragons supported his feet, a green snake pierced his nose, and green light flickered in eyes like blazing suns.
Before him, Daochen stood seven chi and three cun tall, his aura withdrawn and perfectly integrated.
Compared to Goumang's million-zhang Ancestral Witch True Form, he was like an ant. The stark visual contrast was deeply unsettling.
"No matter. Make your move!"
Daochen spoke aloud, his voice calm and ethereal.
You think Goumang has gotten the better of me?
What a joke.
Anyone who could get the better of me has yet to be born.
Just wait until you have to gnaw on your Pangu Hall!
"No, no, no. You should make the first move, Daochen. I don't want to defeat you only to earn a reputation for bullying others."
Goumang laughed heartily.