In the previous second, Zhu Haomiao was struck into the ground by a sword, creating a small meteorite crater.
In the next second, he charged out as if nothing had happened and punched the enemy, sending them flying dozens of meters.
Amidst a continuous barrage of high-frequency collisions, Gang Wind howled within a hundred meters, uprooting all vegetation above ground, exposing the dark soil beneath.
In just a few minutes, the battlefield had turned as pockmarked as the moon's surface, with the terrifying scattered energy and shockwaves preventing anyone else from getting involved, leaving them to watch the battle between the two God Demon-like beings.
Boom!
With another clash of fists and feet, Zhu Haomiao vaguely felt the long-lost physical threshold; if he continued to rise, his body would no longer be able to support it.
Yet the enemy's power continued to expand endlessly, as if their spirit and body bore no corresponding burden.
Thud!
