Divine standoff!
Faced with the vast and unending divine pressure like a tempest from the Hongtian Great Saint, Ye Chen simply smiled slightly, his black robe fluttering without wind, releasing a godly pressure that was no less than the opponent's, confronting it.
Crack—
As the two boundless divine pressures collided, even the stable void was torn asunder, creating massive pitch-black fissures in space, horrifyingly gaping like ferocious black maws that devoured flesh and living beings.
This was the true power of a Divine Spirit Realm being; the mere clash of their divine pressures was enough to tear and shatter space, which even the Martial God couldn't disturb.
If a real battle ensued, it was unpredictable how much more intense it could get.
