Chen Yi's eyes were as solemn as an ancient well as he gazed at the demon spirit holding the gold-and-black divine sword before him. The Twin Thunder God maces in his hands emitted unprecedented dazzling light due to the infusion of surging divine power from within his body.
The light no longer consisted of pure purple-golden lightning alone but also contained pure sacred radiance and traces of flowing law runes. The dual-wielding maces themselves seemed alive, emitting deep hums filled with battle thirst.
"Kill!"
Without hesitation, Chen Yi uttered a chilling word that resounded like thunder. Lightning roared beneath his feet, and his figure transformed into a lightning bolt that tore through space as he launched the first attack.
The demon spirit's eyes narrowed slightly, but her reaction was swift. Holding the Angel Sword with its opposing properties, she created several illusory sword flowers with a faint tremor and accurately struck Chen Yi's charging figure.
Clang!
Mace and sword clashed fiercely. This time, it was no longer a crushing defeat. Sparks and lightning flew wildly. Both sides trembled slightly, but neither retreated a single step.
An even match!
With his newly acquired divine power, Chen Yi successfully confronted the veteran third-tier god demon spirit head-on!
The demon spirit's eyes became even more solemn. From this attack, she clearly sensed Chen Yi's transformation—a qualitative leap, the essential change from human to god.
At this moment, there was no longer any contempt in her eyes. She let out a low shout.
"Again!"
Before the words finished, the two figures once again turned into intertwining streaks of light and engaged in an even fiercer battle within the narrow space!
Bang! Clang! Crack!
Every collision of mace and sword produced ear-piercing roars. Terrifying sound waves and energy aftershocks raged wildly.
This core space, born from planar consciousness, now constantly emitted painful cries under the unbearable burden, like a small boat in a storm.
More and more fine cracks began appearing on the spatial barrier. With each collision, these cracks expanded, as if the barrier was on the verge of complete collapse.
Even though protected by the spatial barrier, Qian Renxue in the distance was still shaken by the terrifying aftermath of the battle. Her blood boiled and her ears rang.
She suppressed her anxiety, her beautiful eyes fixed on the two colliding lights at the center of the battlefield, unable to ease her worry in the slightest.
Although Chen Yi had miraculously reached rank 100 in the midst of fierce combat, he had only just done so, and his realm was not yet stable. His use of divine power was far more immature compared to an ancient god like the demon spirit who had lived for countless years.
This head-on war of attrition was undoubtedly disadvantageous for Chen Yi.
"Thunder God Nine Forms—Thunder Shakes the Heavens!"
In the midst of the fierce battle, Chen Yi seized a momentary opening and delivered a powerful, heavy strike that seemed to cleave through chaos, smashing toward the demon spirit.
This technique, Thunder Shakes the Heavens, was released after he had become a god. Its power was more than ten times greater than before. Faint patterns of laws containing primitive power comparable to the creation of the world appeared within the lightning.
A fierce light flashed in the demon spirit's eyes. The Angel Sword in her hand hummed and trembled. The gold and black light on the blade intertwined and clashed fiercely but were forcibly fused by a powerful will, causing a strange and powerful destructive sword intent to surge forth.
Behind her appeared an illusory six-winged angel emitting the same gold-and-black light and an aura blending sanctity and evil. The illusory figure wielding a greatsword moved in perfect sync with the demon spirit, advancing forward with an unshakeable will to judge all things.
"Angel Sword—Six-Winged Judgment!"
Boom—!!!!
The shadow of the mace collided with the sword light. Thunder clashed with the angel's phantom. Dazzling light instantly engulfed everything. The central area of the explosion completely vanished, turning into chaotic void.
However, as a result of this collision, the demon spirit's expression changed slightly.
"Zing…"
Her body staggered uncontrollably, retreating hundreds of meters before barely regaining his balance. A sharp pain ran through the fingers of her right hand holding the sword, nearly causing the Angel Sword to fly out of his grasp.
The gold and black light on the sword's surface flickered chaotically and weakened for a moment.
The demon spirit steadied herself, looked down at the lamenting divine sword in her hand, and wore a complex expression.
The Angel Sword was ultimately a symbol of light and sanctity, which was now in complete opposition to the resentment-filled attributes of the demon spirit.
Even with the bond built over many years and the sword's own loyalty, it was extremely difficult to shake, let alone control it like an extension of his arm or unleash its true sacred power.
In the previous clash of divine powers at that level, the adverse effects caused by this attribute conflict were infinitely amplified.
With his rich combat experience, Chen Yi instantly detected the demon spirit's momentary weakness and discomfort!
His eyes flashed with sharp light. Divine power surged beneath his feet, and he moved like lightning.
He leaped high into the air, muscles in his right arm bulging as he swung the divine Mace—with power capable of shattering stars—fiercely downward toward the demon spirit who had been standing below.
At the same time, the swirling thunderclouds behind him, as if receiving orders from a supreme ruler, poured down countless dense purple-golden sacred lightning like a storm, converging along the trajectory of Chen Yi's Mace and adding infinite power to it.
"Thunder God Nine Forms—Thunder Emperor Shatters the Stars!"
Even before the mace arrived, the destructive will aimed at the soul had already solidified the space around the demon spirit.
He had nowhere to hide.
The demon spirit's pupils contracted sharply. She sensed a fatal threat from this attack. Not only had Chen Yi broken through, but his application of divine power and understanding of Thunder God's legacy were also growing at a terrifying speed.
"Zink—!!!"
At this life-and-death decisive moment, the demon spirit let out a low roar. She suddenly opened her mouth, and for an instant, it seemed as if the entire Demon Realm trembled! The spiritual energy pervasive throughout the Demon Realm rushed madly toward the demon spirit's mouth.
Her body was like a bottomless black hole, frantically devouring the energy of the entire plane!
This was a privilege granted by the dimensional spirit, allowing her to temporarily draw upon the origin power of the entire dimension to strengthen herself!
The demon spirit's aura swirled violently at a visible speed. Gold and black light radiated from her body, spreading a terrifying pressure as if carrying the weight of the world!
She gripped the slightly dimmed Angel Sword tightly with both hands and forcefully poured the vast power she had just absorbed into the blade.
The divine sword let out a pained hum. The gold and black light on the blade clashed fiercely, boiled, and seemed on the verge of exploding.
"Angel Sword—Ultimate Technique: Divine Punishment for All Ages!"
The demon spirit held the sword with both hands and raised it high above her head as if performing an ancient ritual.
At the tip of the sword, a point of light woven from gold and black rapidly compressed. The next moment, it slashed upward toward the falling star-shattering thunder mace.
There was no dazzling sword light—only an extremely simple gray-black line extending from the sword tip that quietly intersected with the destructive lightning torrent.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
The moment the two made contact, an indescribably terrifying explosion occurred!
This time, it was not a simple energy collision. Laws clashed, the origin power of the dimension competed with the new divine power, light and darkness destroyed each other, and destruction and judgment intertwined!
The entire battlefield instantly boiled, distorted, and… shattered into pieces!
Dazzling light blinded the vision, deafening roars robbed the hearing, and extremely violent energy turbulence madly tore apart and annihilated all matter and energy within its range.
The spatial barrier shattered like paper. Although weakened, Qian Renxue was still violently blown away by the irresistible shockwave and slammed into the remaining spatial barrier. She groaned, blood dripping from the corner of her mouth, but her eyes remained fixed on the center of the explosion.
The central area of the battlefield fell into chaotic disorder. Nothing could be seen except endless destructive light sweeping across the sky.
It was unknown how much time had passed, but the destructive energy turbulence finally gradually weakened and began to converge.
The shattered space struggled to repair itself, revealing the devastated center of the battlefield.
Clang—
When metal hit the ground, a sharp, weak metallic sound rang out.
The gold-and-black Angel Sword lay fallen on the scorched, collapsed ground. Its brilliance had completely vanished, and the dignity of a sacred weapon had disappeared without a trace.
When the last light and dust dissipated.
The scene in the arena was clearly reflected before Qian Renxue's eyes.
The demon spirit knelt in the center of the arena.
Her once eerie body was now shattered into pieces, covered with countless spiderweb-like cracks.
Deep within those cracks was pitch darkness… Evil energy mixed with faint golden sacred light emanated from the area, as if her entire existence was collapsing.
And Chen Yi stood quietly before him.
Golden divine blood faintly seeped from the corner of Chen Yi's mouth as well. His face was slightly pale, and his breathing was a little labored. Clearly, he had also suffered considerable injuries in the fierce battle.
However, he still stood upright, firmly pressing the tip of the Thunder God Mace against the demon spirit's forehead.
Unstable purple-golden sacred light flickered at the tip of the Mace. If Chen Yi moved even slightly, the mutated remnant of the demon spirit that had existed for thousands of years would be completely annihilated.
The demon spirit raised her head slightly. Her beautiful face was eerily calm. She did not look at the terrifying Mace tip pressed against her forehead but stared directly into Chen Yi's eyes burning with lightning flames.
A complex, bitter smile slowly appeared on her lips.
It was as if an immense burden had been lifted and the endless suffering and obsession had been released.
She uttered three words in a voice so soft it was almost inaudible.
"I…"
"We… have lost."
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