The mountain range below had long since been reduced to rubble.
"Enough!"
Golden-Winged Little Peng King roared.
The golden light receded, and his body shrank back into human form.
His long golden hair whipped wildly. Holding a pitch-black great halberd, he radiated a savage aura, brimming with demonic power.
"Damn it..." Beside himself with fury, he glared viciously at Little White Tiger before him, his eyes revealing chilling killing intent.
Across his abdomen.
A gaping, blood-drenched wound made a horrifying sight.
The White Tiger before him had nearly gutted him on the spot; his intestines and internal organs were faintly visible.
Only a thin membrane of flesh covered them, bloody and too ghastly to behold.
He suppressed the wound with divine power, controlling his muscles to contract.
At the same time, he circulated a secret technique, doing everything he could to heal his injuries and keep them from worsening.
His mangled hands, their white bones exposed, also erupted with dazzling light and slowly recovered.
"I hear you spend all day clamoring about becoming a Great Emperor of the Demon Race?"
Little White Tiger stood on the void with all four paws, its entire body wreathed in sacred radiance. Densely packed runes interwove across its supremely holy wings. Like an exalted immortal spirit descended from the Immortal Domain, it made people feel an irresistible urge to worship.
It cast a sidelong glance at Golden-Winged Little Peng King, who had retreated into the distance.
Sneering with utter mockery, it said, "You have no idea how high the heavens are or how deep the earth runs. With that paltry strength, you actually dare come out and make a spectacle of yourself!"
"Stop getting so smug. The battle has only just begun. I haven't lost yet!"
Golden-Winged Little Peng King was both shocked and