"Boom!"
War erupted between the Two Realms, shaking heaven and earth. Mountains and rivers lay in ruins, blood flowed without end, and men shouted and horses screamed. The carnage was appalling.
The Immortal King Battlefield was even worse. Runes of the Great Dao intertwined, piercing heaven and earth. Even the universe could not withstand them and shattered into pieces.
"Ah... you're courting death!"
Lin Fan roared. Seeing this, he understood that even if they won, the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths would be smashed apart.
When that happened, what would remain of this world? It would probably be even crueler than the Dharma-Ending Age, with living beings dwindling away and cultivation impossible.
At this thought, Lin Fan's fury became uncontrollable. He fought with savage abandon, holding nothing back as he hurled punch after punch at Kundi.
"Pfft!"
Kundi was alarmed, his entire body drenched in blood. This young man was fighting him to the death, willing to trade injury for injury, leaving him struggling to cope.
"What a madman. No wonder Qu Zhong lost to him."
He muttered under his breath, unable to understand how a mere rising star could be so powerful, so fierce and hot-blooded.
Kundi had been born in an unimaginably ancient era. What sort of genius had he not seen? Yet this was his first encounter with someone like Lin Fan.
In fact, Shi Hao was much the same on the other side. His eyes had gone red with bloodlust as he fought Wu Shang in a fierce, deadlocked battle.
For a moment, the Immortal Kings were stunned. Facing madmen like these-and two of them at that-was utterly beyond reason!
"Kundi, today I will take your head to comfort the souls of my world's fallen!"
Lin Fan let out a long howl. Like a war god,