Yang Yan snorted coldly, a starry river also appeared around him.
Though not as wide as his opponent's, it was more concentrated.
Simultaneously, the shadow of the Demon God appeared above the starry river, as if an Immortal King, surveying the heavens, carrying a rolling starry river rushing towards the opponent.
The clash of both was akin to two real starry rivers colliding.
Countless stars shattered and vanished within.
Among them, stars exploded, transforming into endless light and heat, making it hard to gaze directly.
Yang Yan's figure did not pause, holding the World-Ending Demon Spear, he charged towards the light and shadow.
The mirror and spear collided continuously, the surrounding space fractured everywhere.
Terrorizing spatial fissures emerged, but this place seemed isolated from time, as the fissures appeared they seemed frozen, becoming mere decorations.
Yang Yan gradually felt something was amiss.
