"Why? Why would you burn your own essence just to try to kill me!"
"Haven't you lost all your desires? Haven't you already shed those unnecessary emotions, on the verge of becoming a truly selfless god!"
"Why do you bear such hostility toward me!"
High above, the sky trembled without cease as two supremely powerful forces collided madly, constantly annihilating one another.
Even the spectators far away at the Soul Fighting Arena could hear the explosions with perfect clarity.
There were hardly any people left here. The moment Lan Changsheng blocked the Rakshasa God's pressure, the crowd discovered they could move again and streamed out of the Soul Fighting Arena.
Even the people from Spirit Hall had taken Xie Yue, Gu Yuena, and the others away early, yet not one of them spared a thought for Bibi Dong, still lying in the deep crater.
Of course, Bibi Dong did not particularly care. As though she had given up, she simply lay in the crater, the mocking expression seemingly frozen on her face.
She was mocking not only her own fate, but also the Rakshasa God, who had been so lofty and imperious just moments before.
Now he was being chased by Lan Changsheng like a homeless cur.
Lan Changsheng stood high in the sky, spear in hand. The white robes he had formed around himself were already soaked through with his own blood. Repeated backlashes of power had left his body riddled with cracks.
Some came from clashing with the Rakshasa God's power, some from burning his essence, and others from forcibly accepting the power of all living things until his body burst under the strain.
Now he only looked human on the outside. Inside, his meridians had ruptured inch by inch, and his Divine Soul was being torn apart