Everyone's expression was grim. The battle had entered a white-hot stage, and both Secret Technique Heaven and the Illuminati had displayed terrifying power.
The state of the surrounding battlefield was virtually indistinguishable from the aftermath of a saturation bombing.
The streets and buildings were a complete wreck; some of the larger buildings even looked like they were on the verge of collapse.
"They must have been held up by the Illuminati," the middle-aged man in the lead said in a low voice. "However, this battle won't be decided anytime soon. Secret Technique Heaven is not weak. As long as their expert who has condensed a 'Soul' doesn't fall behind, the fight won't be over so quickly."
They were all well aware of where the focus and key to this battle lay.
It was the outcome of the fight between the two experts who had each condensed a "Soul."
And at this moment, the two were entangled, evenly matched.
