Within [Colonialism]'s domain, two blood-soaked figures darted between the chains, spilling blood in wave after wave.
"I don't understand."
[Colonialism] raised his arm, the tightening chains winding around it to block Su Wuwei's long saber. Then he raised his other arm and sent him flying with a punch.
The Faceless Deity's gaze was icy. "I don't understand. Why push yourselves so hard? Even if you win, what then?"
Su Wuwei twisted in midair and landed steadily with the help of Wan Lan's wind, planting his long saber against the ground and severing several chains.
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his laughter mingling with ragged breaths. "Of course you don't understand. All you think about is destruction. Everything you do is meant to destroy this world's civilization.
"A conceptual entity like you, with no empathy or humanity whatsoever, could never understand us."
The chains around Colonialism rattled and shuddered, the cold clang of metal ringing without end.
He lowered his eyes to his bloodstained palm, which still bore the scar left when Wan Lan had pierced it. His voice remained flat.
"You're right. It seems you and I are entirely different beings. Then let the outcome of this battle determine who this world belongs to, and decide the course of its civilization!"
As his words fell, hundreds of chains whistled toward Su Wuwei, weaving an impenetrable net.
Enduring the agonizing pain in her body, Wan Lan forced herself back to her feet, an unyielding light shining in her eyes.
She abruptly raised her arm and swept her palm forward with all her strength. In an instant, countless arrows formed from energy shot forth like a torrential downpour, blanketing the sky as they hurtled toward her opponent.
"Your strength really did exceed my expectations. You're even harder