He had just unleashed one of his strongest techniques.
Not to mention a Creation Immortal, even a Celestial Rank Immortal.
If hit directly.
They would suffer severe injuries.
Yet the person before him recovered in such a short time, and their fighting spirit was even stronger than before.
Regarding this, the Celestial Race Domain Master didn't know what to say, his expression tinged with bitterness.
He didn't understand why the opponent insisted on such actions.
Throwing away their life for a battle?
He pondered in his mind.
Under such circumstances, the Celestial Race Domain Master could only do one thing—continue to gather the power within his body and face the opponent.
Moreover, at this moment, he was also genuinely furious—a mere Creation Immortal, no matter how exceedingly talented, growing to such a degree in just a few short years.
But for him, what difference would it make? Without being a Celestial Rank Immortal, he wouldn't understand the gap between the realms.
