Dong dong dong!
Baleful auras seethed and dark clouds spread out, stirring up the space into a state of chaos. The others could faintly see two terrifying figures tearing at each other inside.
White Tiger vs. Asura.
Two great killing gods clashed. Every move they performed was out for blood. They didn't hold back in the slightest.
Plop, plop...
Fresh blood dripped down, which increased the smell of blood that permeated the air.
Without realizing it, both of them had become covered in wounds and blood. They were in an extremely sorry state.
The audience watching no longer broke out in commotion like they did before. They held their breaths, not even dare to pant, for fear that they'd affect what was taking place on the battlefield.
These wounds might appear to be very horrifying, but to the two of them, they were merely superficial wounds.
