Their auras collided in an instant, reacting as though a chemical reaction had taken place between them, with explosions erupting one after another.
The instant the power of their auras met, all of Chaos began to rupture. Everything around them was annihilated on the spot, and even the power of Chaos was blasted away, leaving a hollow void.
The five nearby were stunned. They had never expected the two to unleash such tremendous strength. In that terrifying instant, all five withdrew in unspoken agreement, even forgetting their own battle.
No one knew how much time had passed. Perhaps an instant, perhaps a quarter of an hour, perhaps longer.
Then the Demon Emperor emerged from the explosions, carrying a purple head in his hand. It belonged to the white-robed warrior from moments before.
A single slash had taken his head, and his body had been utterly blasted apart.
The two had never truly been on the same level.
Demon Emperor Daochen was far too powerful. Completing several missions had brought his bloodlines close to perfection. His Pureblood Human Race and Three-Legged Golden Crow bloodlines, combined with the strength he had gained by proving the Dao through his own strength, placed his combat prowess among the very best of all the contestants.
His opponent had acted out of rage. Disregarding life and death, he had unleashed his strength to its fullest.
Yet he had already been like a lamp with its oil exhausted, its flame guttering out.
It was precisely this peculiar state that meant, even though he had unleashed a hundred percent of his strength, he had lost any chance of killing the Demon Emperor.
Perhaps if he had kept a level head and all five had joined forces, they could have severely wounded the Demon Emperor, even if they could