The mountain collapsed, and living creatures perished. The aftershocks of their clash drastically reshaped the terrain of Fallen Star Slope.
Zhou Huan's eyes were bloodshot. In all his years of cultivation, when had he ever suffered such humiliation? Yuan Bai had never managed it, nor had Chen Ziliang.
Yet now, a junior who had only just entered foundation establishment had driven him into this predicament and even seized his life-bound magical treasure!
Zhou Huan's hair hung disheveled around his temples. Whenever he tried to strengthen his divine ability, [Wrath] unsettled his mind, leaving him unable to sustain his spells.
At the same time, his magical power drained away as swiftly as an ebbing tide. The Crimson Firmament Flying Rosy Clouds had even begun devouring his divine thought and vitality, threatening his life.
But without activating his divine ability, he could not block Chu Mo's attacks, which likewise threatened his life.
His single-minded charge had become a road blocked at both ends.
"Youxuan-!" He spat out a mouthful of bloody foam, the Crimson Firmament Flying Rosy Clouds flickering uncertainly. "You think these tricks are enough to defeat me?!"
Chu Mo's face was pale. He plugged the wound in his chest with magical power, temporarily closing his "open heart" state.
"Senior Brother Zhou, why keep boasting?" He raised an eyebrow. Even at a time like this, Zhou Huan was still blowing hot air.
Which of them did not know exactly what the other was capable of?
With a thought from Chu Mo, the Profound Banner's dark radiance surged again! Countless banner spirits poured from its surface, becoming distorted soul-shadows that shrieked as they lunged at Zhou Huan.
Zhou Huan swept his rosy light across them, instantly annihilating dozens of soul-shadows. But more immediately filled the gaps, frantically tearing at the rosy light