The entire void was utterly silent, a terrifying aura suffusing every corner. Two high-level powerhouses faced each other across an immeasurable distance.
At this moment, not only were the people near Hundred Battles City holding their breath, but many powerhouses, and even some worlds, within the void between the two high-level experts were also deathly quiet.
This was because they could all feel the dreadful pressure emanating from the two masters.
This dreadful pressure had reached the level of cosmic law. Even a mere sliver of its release filled them with absolute terror.
The two high-level powerhouses gazed at each other from afar. Neither made the first move, for they both knew that any engagement would trigger a world-ending battle, and even then, neither might achieve their desired outcome.
"I don't care who you are. I want him dead!" Finally, after a long silence, the Third Ancestor of the Demon Race spoke.
The one he referred to was naturally Li Xiaotian, as Li Xiaotian had killed Mo Lin, a young supreme of the Demon Race. If Li Xiaotian were not killed, the Demon Race would suffer an immense loss of face.
Li Xiaotian, however, wore a grave expression. His and the Half-God Palace woman's teleportation had been interrupted by a sliver of aura previously transmitted by the Third Ancestor of the Demon Race.
He cast a deep glance at the demonic silhouette in the distance, a sense of dread filling him. The strength of a high-level powerhouse far exceeded his imagination. He likely wouldn't be able to withstand even a single blow from the other party.
"Heh! You want him dead? But I want to protect him!"
A light chuckle sounded, and the next moment, a figure appeared before Li Xiaotian. The figure was clad in white, shrouded in chaotic gas, their appearance indistinguishable.
At this moment, the surrounding spectators were all shocked, lowering their heads in fear. A high-level powerhouse had appeared. This was their first time facing a high-level powerhouse so closely.
Even though the white-robed powerhouse before them did not radiate any aura, the powerhouses of various races present could still feel that terrifying pressure.
It was a pressure that originated from the depths of their souls.
"You dare to stop me?" The Third Ancestor of the Demon Race's silhouette trembled, and a terrifying pressure surged forth again, pressing towards the white-robed powerhouse.
The white-robed powerhouse did not dodge, letting the dreadful pressure wash over him. His expression remained calm, and behind him, Li Xiaotian and the woman from the Half-God Palace could not feel even the slightest ripple.
"I said, no one will be allowed to kill him!"
The white-robed powerhouse spoke, his tone indifferent, as if he held the Third Ancestor of the Demon Race in contempt.
"You." The Third Ancestor of the Demon Race's silhouette trembled with rage, then laughed: "I want to see what you are capable of!"
As soon as his voice fell, a terrifying demonic energy traversed the void, surging towards the white-robed powerhouse. Wherever the demonic energy passed, the void twisted violently, and then countless terrifying fissures tore open.
The white-robed powerhouse remained still, and the terrifying demonic energy was about to strike him.
At this moment, everyone held their breath, for the power of this strike was capable of destroying heaven and earth. That was a high-level powerhouse. Even a mere sliver of it was likely enough to obliterate everything in this place, including them.
Just then, the white-robed powerhouse suddenly raised his right hand and gently waved it forward. In an instant, the demonic energy before him vanished.
Without the slightest ripple, the demonic energy was gone.
Upon witnessing this, the powerhouses of various races present breathed a collective sigh of relief, filled with shock and gratitude.
Truly a high-level powerhouse. The demonic energy that had made them dare not even contemplate resistance had simply disappeared with a wave of his hand.
"It is impolite not to return a courtesy!"
The white-robed powerhouse spoke and extended a hand.
Instantly, the void shattered, and a colossal hand, vast enough to obscure the heavens, appeared before the crowd, reaching out to grasp the distant Third Ancestor of the Demon Race.
It was a hand that spanned the cosmos, eclipsing all. By the time it reached the Third Ancestor of the Demon Race, the giant hand was as immense as his body.
"Presumptuous!" The Third Ancestor of the Demon Race roared, unleashing a cluster of ink-black demonic light from his body. These were demonic stars, radiating torrents of ferocious demonic energy, colliding with the white giant hand.
Boom!
The void exploded. Demonic energy and the white giant hand clashed in the void, erupting with one brilliant flash after another, akin to the explosion of countless stars.
This was the battle of high-level powerhouses; even ordinary attacks possessed terrifying might.
"So powerful!"
Li Xiaotian watched the fierce exchange in the distant void, his heart filled with immense shock. Was this the true strength of a high-level powerhouse?
This power was simply indescribable, completely surpassing his imagination. Even if his combat power were several times greater, he likely couldn't withstand an attack of this magnitude.
"Boom!"
Another violent explosion echoed, causing the entire void to tremble continuously. Ripples spread outwards, and wherever they passed, all things were shattered, and the void annihilated.
Fortunately, the worlds and countless beings between the two were shifted by an immeasurable force when the white-robed powerhouse acted. Otherwise, this strike would have destroyed countless lives.
This was the power of a true high-level powerhouse, likely the only kind of power a true high-level powerhouse could wield.
The void fell silent once more. The distant Third Ancestor of the Demon Race remained.
"Hmph! I remember your aura. Very well, you dare to attack me. From this day forward, you will be an enemy to my Demon Race and my Divine Realm! You cannot escape!"
The Third Ancestor of the Demon Race snorted, and then his demonic silhouette dispersed, vanishing.
At this moment, countless people widened their eyes, their gazes filled with disbelief. The Third Ancestor of the Demon Race had left?
But then, a hint of strangeness flashed in the eyes of many beings.
They had a feeling that the Third Ancestor of the Demon Race had been afraid, which was why he left.
After all, Li Xiaotian had slain Mo Lin. If it were them, and someone had killed a descendant they favored, they would have fought to the death. But now, the Third Ancestor of the Demon Race had retreated.
This could only mean that he had been at a disadvantage in the previous clash with the white-robed powerhouse.
Making a threat and then leaving, though it appeared imposing, was a scene they were all too familiar with.
It was because almost everyone encountered such situations: facing an opponent they couldn't defeat, putting on a brave front while their spirit was weak, uttering a threat before leaving to save face, and then calling for help.
Li Xiaotian's expression was peculiar, then he smiled again. High-level powerhouses were also beings. Though powerful, they also had emotions. Just as he would retreat when facing an unbeatable enemy, high-level powerhouses would too.
"Let's go!"
The white-robed powerhouse waved his hand, and immediately, a teleportation force enveloped Li Xiaotian and the woman from the Half-God Palace. The three instantly vanished from their location.