At this moment, the Old Fist God undoubtedly poured every ounce of his being into this strike. His mana fluctuations exuded an unwavering fervor, coupled with a murderous intent to destroy everything. In his eyes, there was only me, his formidable foe, ignoring even his own life.
Therefore, I must respond to this strike. I must pour in an equal level of spiritual power. Because I also want to defeat him, and I cannot allow myself to appear inferior to him.
As he was about to crash into the Moon, I too completed my power accumulation, transforming into a star emerging from the depths of the Moon's underground, rushing to meet him head-on.
At the moment of the fierce collision, the impact, capable of annihilating all things, spread out.
