As the battle intensified, the Thunder Overlord discovered that although he kept injuring Demon Emperor Daochen, none of the wounds were fatal.
Moreover, Daochen controlled his power exceptionally well.
Whenever an attack was about to strike a vital spot, he neutralized it with some kind of power.
This happened again and again, leaving the Thunder Overlord unable to finish him off.
Clearly, something was very wrong.
Gradually, the Thunder Overlord realized that although his opponent was indeed weaker than him, he could still keep himself alive.
He had been treating the Thunder Overlord as a stepping stone, a whetstone.
He kept using the pressure the Thunder Overlord exerted to hone himself.
The Thunder Overlord felt he had been played. He could sense Demon Emperor Daochen's strength slowly increasing as he advanced toward the ultimate realm.
This was truly astonishing. Although the man's strength was still lacking for now,
he kept growing in battle. Given enough time, he would certainly become an Ultimate Powerhouse, and might even advance further to grow stronger still.
In truth, as the Demon Emperor kept making breakthroughs, a question arose in his mind.
The boundaries between their realms were becoming increasingly blurred. Why were there still such enormous disparities beyond the Nine Heavens of the Saint Realm?
At that moment, he began to question these so-called realms.
Who actually determined these realms? Who laid down their origins?
Were these realms shackles, or a direction to follow?
Of course, this doubt lasted only an instant before he cast it aside.
Demon Emperor Daochen understood one thing very clearly: unless he dealt with the fellow before him, the Primordial World would inevitably be destroyed.
The Thunder Overlord was a slippery old hand. He must already have noticed the changes in Daochen.
As they fought,
the Thunder Overlord suddenly