The two figures colliding at breakneck speed were already at their limit, even exceeding the limits that the naked eye could perceive.
Time passed by, second by second.
Finally, with a dazzling flash of light, the two figures shot out to the sides.
When the light faded, upon closer inspection, one could see several hideous wounds on Xianhe's face and hands, with blood slowly seeping from them.
In contrast, Meng remained calm, as if the intense physical collision had no effect on him whatsoever, and he didn't even have a single scratch on his body.
Clearly, Meng had the upper hand in this physical contest.
At this moment, even Xianhe, who had always been an enemy of Meng, couldn't help but praise him: "I never expected that there would be such a powerful person as you in this immortal realm."
His tone revealed a hint of surprise and admiration.
Then, Xianhe continued, "Besides the two people in my clan, you are the third person who can injure my body."
His words acknowledged Mongolia's strength.
"To show my appreciation for you, I have decided to use my most powerful move to kill you."
His gaze grew increasingly sharp, and his movements became more frequent, constantly waving his hands while rapidly forming immortal seals.
Under everyone's watchful eyes, an extremely terrifying energy rapidly gathered around Xianhe, forming a huge energy storm.
This storm, like a black hole in the universe, devoured everything around it, emanating a chilling aura.
At this moment, the powerful members of the Burial Sky Clan saw this scene and immediately shouted excitedly, "It's appeared! It's appeared!" Their voices were filled with excitement and anticipation.
"These are the three ultimate paths of devouring, yin and yang, and soul that the first generation of Xianhe comprehended!"
"This is the Burial Void Clan," someone exclaimed in amazement.
"Forbidden Divine Art - Three Tides!"
As Xianhe finished speaking, the terrifying energy storm surged towards Meng like a flood bursting its banks.
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