It was a fight between wills. There were no loud bangs caused by divine abilities, no dazzling Arts, but this form of battle surpassed that of divine abilities and Arts. It was not a battle of cultivators, but a battle of ideals!
There was no way cultivators could come in touch with a battle of this level. If they saw it, they would implode and die because their minds could not handle it, because their blood could not bear with it, and because their wills could not overpower those wills.
Battles of this level were battles of the peak that only true Almighties who could shake the so-called rules of heaven and who could even make the wills of Arid Triad and Harmonious Morus Alba, who were Expanse Cosmoses, look aside.
At some point in time, the child in Dark Mountain had grown into a prodigious person of such a degree. This was a future Su Ming had been unable to see in the past.
