When the battle on the ground came to a conclusion, the battle in the skies between the Dukes began to show signs of abating.

All matter and energy crumbled before the earth-shattering strike of the blade. Even the glass-like divine fire palm was insufficient to halt it, immediately tearing apart upon contact.

An indescribable, disintegrative blade light continued to sweep past, tearing apart space and revealing the void.

Meanwhile, the massive, glass-like palm had turned into motes in the wind. Zhu Qinghuo's figure stood stiffly within his world space, and he coughed heavily a brief moment later, spitting out rivulets of blood from the side of his mouth. At the same time, a massive, bloody gash suddenly appeared on his body. It started from his palm and then quickly spread across his arm to his entire torso.

The result? A...