"Whose blood? Whose praise?"
Gleaming thunder coalesced in He Ao's hands, and as the storm carried his body, he almost instantly appeared before the illusory figure. Then, with two huffs, he once again hammered his fists onto the cheeks of the phantom adversary.
The entire darkness came to a standstill, and the power of the cage that wound its way towards him also froze in this moment.
Even the flickering Arrays surrounding them halted their operations at this moment.
Time itself seemed to pause in this moment. In the surging darkness, there was only the sound of the Crimson Giant's punches and the crackling of fine thunder covering the gradually solidifying phantom figure.
Two figures fell from the sky, bringing thunder and the night with them, plummeting into the midst of mountains.
The flickering lightning shrouded everything, turning ancient cliffs into dust, and flattening the folds of the undulating mountains.
