With a "bang," the sound roared like thunder.
It was followed by a continuous, rumbling vibration.
Chen Hao, wielding the Nether King's World-Slaying Blade, was kicked in the abdomen by the Ghost King and sent flying at lightning speed into a distant mountain, only stopping after he plummeted dozens of meters deep.
The two had already clashed for hundreds of exchanges in just a few short minutes.
As each had reached the pinnacle of their Spiritual Power, their speed had also become too fast for human eyes to capture.
In just those few short minutes, everything around them had been leveled to ground, and the mountains that formed the underground valley had been razed.
"Cough!" Trapped deep within the rock, Chen Hao coughed; his view was completely obscured by the billowing dust, only a faint light visible at the mouth of the cave.
While Chen Hao looked around and contemplated how to escape this spot, suddenly he saw a dazzling purple light approaching him rapidly.
