Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
The void roared as the two immortals collided again and again.
Each impact echoed across the endless emptiness like the tolling of divine war drums, their rhythms shaking the very fabric of space.
Flashes of gold and silver streaked across the darkness, too fast for the eye to follow, too powerful for any ordinary world to contain.
They had already exchanged a hundred rounds, though to any observer, it would've seemed like mere moments.
Time bent and twisted around their battle. Every movement birthed storms of spiritual energy.
Every strike tore through layers of spatial law. It was no longer just a spar—it had become an overwhelming display of immortal might.
Lance had long since abandoned restraint.
His golden robes now billowed with the force of his unleashed power, his aura no longer calm but wild and radiant, like a blazing sun let loose in the cosmos.
