"Boom!"
A majestic mountain shattered instantly from Ye Fan's finger, smoke and dust filled the air.
"Buzz!"
Zi Tianmo operated Xuantong, the severed right arm regrew, hands formed a seal, a Death Seal descended from the sky, suppressing Ye Fan.
Light flashed beneath Ye Fan's feet, a blur of patterns emerged, at the moment the Death Seal fell, he moved horizontally a thousand feet, evading this lethal strike.
"Boom!"
With a loud noise, a deep pit was smashed into the ground, cracks crisscrossed on the surface, showing the terrifying power of the Death Seal, striking fear.
The two of them were separated by endless distance, standing under the starry sky, gazing at each other.
Ye Fan remained calm, his clothes fluttering in the night wind, his purple hair billowing, a faint smile on his lips.
Zi Tianmo gritted his teeth, his clothes like a beggar's, full of holes, hair disheveled, face pale as a corpse.
"Heavenly Demon, go for it, you're the best!"
