Crack.
The Burial Ground was instantly shredded by the Yin-Yang Energies. The black-and-white scissors swept on without losing momentum and sheared viciously into the fat man's heavy armor.
Dazzling sparks accompanied the teeth-grating screech of metal, echoing through the starry void.
"Pfft!" The fat man spewed a great mouthful of blood. A three-foot-long gash split the dark red armor over his abdomen. Quasi-Saint blood spilled toward the ground below, only to be ground into nothingness by the grand formation's rules before it could land.
The Seventh Theater Command's camp.
The Restrictions laid down by the Sage flashed with brilliant golden light, blocking every trace of the world-destroying shock waves of Laws from beyond the sky.
Ning Yao stared fixedly at the battle overhead. This was a clash between Quasi-Saints. Every blow contained rules of the Great Dao capable of stripping a Golden Immortal of life.
Chen Lin was watching too.
Two trails of bloody tears had already flowed from his eyes after he stared at high-level Laws for so long, but he did not close them. Within his Sea of Consciousness, the Artifact Spirit Cangyuan kept channeling cooling Origin Essence to him, repairing his damaged optic nerves.
He needed to see the Quasi-Saints' moves clearly. He needed to see where the limits of power truly lay.
In the starry void beyond the sky.
After only a few dozen exchanges, the fat man in heavy armor was utterly outmatched.
With the Tai Chi Diagram above his head, Xuandu was impervious to all arts and invincible from the outset. The Decay Laws and Apocalyptic Thunderbolt the fat man took such pride in could not stir so much as a ripple in the Tai Chi Diagram.
The fat man was covered in blood, his heavy armor peeling away. He could hardly have been