The two surged toward each other again. Their clash split the sky in half, the collision birthing a storm of gold and shadow that raged across the peaks. Thunder cracked. Lightning laced with black and gold coiled like dragons, spiraling upward into the clouds.
Wooyun watched, his knuckles white around his spear. He could feel the energy vibrating through his bones. It wasn't just power, it was artistry, the purest form of cultivation, the meeting of two masters who had reached beyond human limits.
"Master," he whispered under his breath, awe creeping into his voice. But beneath the awe was also a dreading fear.
Wooyun had complete confidence in the Demon Lord. There was no one stronger than him. But seeing this heavenly master fight on par with him made the young man nervous. The man he loved was out there fighting a beast. How could he not be?
