"Rumble-!!"
The residual force from the blows landing in the distance splashed over this way.
"Moo!"
Old Ox gave a low bellow, blocking the residual force.
Were those two never going to stop fighting?!
Old Ox's tail stood straight up, anger brewing inside.
With another bellow, Old Ox charged out, all four hooves pounding.
Elsewhere.
The two mighty practitioners were locked in a duel of spells.
Both had suffered injuries, but neither had been hurt at their core.
Clearly, they could keep fighting. For people like them, a magical duel like this could last
several days and nights, or even a month or so.
That would be no problem at all.
The crux of the matter was that these mighty practitioners sometimes worried about harming innocent commoners.
So they would move their battlefield deep into remote mountains and forests.
Or they would deliberately refrain from using methods that could move mountains and fill seas, to avoid accidentally harming others over a wide area.
But once their eyes turned red with bloodlust toward the end, they could no longer concern themselves with so much.
They unleashed every means at their disposal.
Countless innocent commoners were often caught up in it.
Things were somewhat better in Great Sui, but only somewhat.
Outside Great Sui, it hardly bore mentioning.
Take cultivators capable of moving mountains and filling seas.
When they hoisted a mountain, who knew how many people the falling rocks would crush to death?
Thus, innocent commoners were often caught up in the fallout.
Sometimes, even villages, counties, and prefectural offices were wiped out.
The government offices wanted to intervene, but first, they lacked the power despite their willingness.
Second, by the time you went looking for the culprits, those practitioners had long since vanished to who knew where.
At this moment,