The dust slowly settled. The two blood-covered figures remained facing each other, neither speaking first.
Bracing himself against the shattered ground, Yun Che slowly straightened. The meridians throughout his body felt as though they had been crushed beneath a heavy hammer, and every movement brought piercing pain. His divine power was almost exhausted, and the fiery Pangu phantom behind him had long since vanished completely.
He looked up at Yun Jin nearby, who was hardly in better shape. Half his shoulder had been blasted away, and the lightning Pangu phantom behind him was likewise so faint it was almost invisible. Only his eyes remained fixed on Yun Che, filled with a vicious light that refused to concede defeat.
"No wonder you dared set this trap. Aside from Pangu's borrowed power, your own cultivation really has reached the threshold of transcendence." Yun Che wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his voice terribly hoarse.
Yun Jin chuckled, coughed up several mouthfuls of bloody spittle, and slowly stood with the support of the intact Heaven-Opening Battle Axe. Golden-red divine light flowed slowly along his wounds, barely stopping the bleeding without repairing his ravaged body-the cursed evil fiend had locked down all attribute recovery, leaving him able to sustain himself only with his own divine power.
"Unfortunately, I'm still not your equal. Your true realm is only the early Creator Divine Realm, yet even after temporarily breaking through to the Transcendent Realm, I could only barely defeat you while you couldn't use your recovery attributes. Honestly, how terrifying you are really makes me shudder from the bottom of my heart."
Yun Jin raised his intact left hand and pressed it against his chest, feeling Pangu's Heart beating vigorously within. His voice turned cold.
"But the game isn't over yet. You've run