At the most intense moment, they were actually silent.
This was a true confrontation at the Divine Arrival level.
And definitely not a power that ordinary godly cultivators could possess!
For a moment, there was neither sound nor color.
Vision was severed and then resumed.
Everything was annihilated and then reborn.
People saw—
Zhang Xun stood in the middle of the long street, and a bright silver sword hung in front of him.
With ink-black hair draped down, Zhu Weiwo, holding the Ember Ending Lance downwards, landed on the eaves on the right side of the long street.
The fierce flame in the sky, the sword qi silk, the spatial rift... all had disappeared, as if wiped away by some power.
Such a terrifying duel had ended.
Irredeemable City had not lost a single brick or tile, nor harmed a single person or item.
Jiang Wang did not turn his head, but he knew it was Huang Jinmo who had already intervened.
Zhang Xun had no chance of victory today.
