If the battle took place close to the ground, the mountains and rivers would have been shattered long ago, countless beings dead, with volcanic eruptions, earthquakes surging, and magma flowing.
Clearly, whether Lu Xuanji or the East Pole Celestial Venerable, neither wanted to destroy the ground and the entirety of Chu Country.
The void collided, the energy of destruction clashing.
In the blink of an eye, hundreds of moves had been exchanged, resembling surging waves.
In the fierce impact, Lu Xuanji's body retreated, his aura waning, visible wounds appearing on his body, blood flowing out, resembling a pieced-together porcelain seemingly on the brink of shattering into pieces at any moment.
The East Pole Celestial Venerable also suffered injuries, some parts hurt, yet his condition was relatively better.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
