Above the boundless void, the violent winds came to annihilation, and the residual strength gradually dissipated.
After hundreds of thousands of rounds of fierce battle, the layers of blue Dao Patterns in the sky gradually retracted.
Dai Hua's body was enveloped in dim Evergreen Spirit Light, with many tears in his sleeves, his aura slightly fluctuating.
Dai Hua retreated and stood in the void, looking at Yuan Hong opposite him with a composed demeanor, and sighed lightly:
"I lost."
His temperament is straightforward and magnanimous, without a hint of stubbornness about losing.
Yuan Hong also withdrew the golden light around him, and the visions hidden into his body:
"Brother Dai's Daoist Techniques are exquisite, and his Magic is extraordinary."
"Today, it's just a spar between us, benefiting my Dao Foundation; I took a slight advantage. If it were a life-and-death battle, the outcome would be uncertain."
