The sky above Yunxi village darkened ominously, as if nature itself cowered before the impending clash of titans. Villagers huddled together, their eyes wide with fear as they watched the two powerful beings face off in the center of their once-peaceful home.
The God of War, inhabiting Li Chen's body, stood tall and confident, a smirk playing across his lips as he regarded his ancient enemy. "Black magic, Ping Jun? I thought you were better than this. Seems like I gave you too much credit."
Zhang Yiming's face contorted with rage, the visage of Ping Jun shining through his mortal form. "Listen here, you fool. I don't have time for this. Let us finish this once and for all."
"I have been waiting for this day," the God of War replied, his voice resonating with centuries of anticipation. "It will feel good to kill you once again."
