The clash was still ongoing, having already surpassed a hundred moves in just an instant.
Tremendous power erupted continuously, impacting everything in all directions.
The vegetation along the way was destroyed, turned into fragments that filled the sky, being drawn by the power to whirl and dance in the air, forming tornado-like phenomena.
"Mortal, where exactly does your power come from?!"
The more Jie Luoxi fought, the more frightened he felt.
He had initially used only half his power, thinking he could defeat Ning Fan.
But he quickly found himself at a disadvantage.
Jie Luoxi then hastily boosted his own power, now unleashing it in full force.
Unexpectedly, Ning Fan did not seem to be at a disadvantage at all and even maintained a faintly suppressing stance.
How could this be possible?
Being the man closest to Deity, how could he be suppressed by a mortal?
"Impossible! This absolutely can't be!"
