Boom!!!
Blade and palm collided, exploding into a sky full of dazzling colors.
Violent shock waves swept in every direction. Had they not been within Great Black Heaven, everything within a hundred thousand li might have been leveled.
Bitter End gave a muffled grunt and flew backward, only steadying himself after retreating a full hundred li. Faint cracks appeared across his body, strands of spirituality leaking out.
"So strong..."
His expression grew grave as he looked up at the imposing figure flickering in the darkness, unable to understand why his opponent had suddenly grown stronger. That last blow had revealed more than a disparity in strength-it had shaken even his very self.
Bitter End raised a hand to wipe the spiritual light from the corner of his mouth, already thinking of retreat. Before he could consider it further, however, the Heavenly Pillar came crashing toward him again.
His expression changed, and he hurriedly swung his long blade to meet it.
Darkness surged, and Heaven and Earth trembled.
In mere moments, the two exchanged a hundred rounds.
On the battlefield, Bitter End grew more alarmed with every exchange.
He stood at the pinnacle of the fourth tier, an existence closer to the Root Origin than any other. Yet against that Youxuan, he actually felt his strength failing him.
Every blow from his opponent carried an irresistible torrent of power, along with several different mysteries. Some eroded his self, some inflicted damage that could not be healed, and others diminished his vitality.
He defended with all his might, yet could not gain the slightest advantage. Under the influence of all those debilitating effects, he even began to fall into a losing position.
"Damn it!"
Bitter End cursed inwardly, his desire to retreat growing ever stronger.
Just then, a figure suddenly charged onto