When that torrent of energy collided with Chen Cong's descending Sword Conquers the World, the entire space seemed to tremble.
Elemental powers of different attributes intertwined within that space, unleashing astonishing fluctuations of energy.
Dust filled the sky, obscuring everything before them and leaving only a dazzling white radiance.
That radiance blazed like the midday sun, standing out all the more brilliantly against the night sky.
As the energies collided, the earth within the sword formation began to shake. Cracks spread across it like a spiderweb.
Driven by that immense energy, the air formed compressed wind walls that slammed into the sword formation's barrier of light, which was already trembling violently from Nine Hells Douluo's Void Shadow Burst.
Under the simultaneous assault from within and without, the space surrounding the sword formation became as fragile as glass and shattered with a resounding crash.
When the last smoke cleared, Chen Cong and the Netherworld Dark Night Demon Dragon came into view.
Chen Cong supported himself with his sword in one hand, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. Although he had successfully blocked the Netherworld Dark Night Demon Dragon's attack, he had paid a considerable price.
The Netherworld Dark Night Demon Dragon was in even worse shape. Its wings were broken, and of its six dragon heads, only the darkness and netherworld heads remained intact.
A sword wound on its chest ran deep enough to expose bone. It was already on the verge of collapse and was even struggling to maintain its Martial Soul Fusion Skill state.
"Cough, cough... the victor has been decided!" Chen Cong coughed several times, wiped the blood from his mouth, and spoke coldly.
The Netherworld Dark Night Demon Dragon let out a low roar filled with anger and unwillingness to accept defeat.
Though gravely wounded,