He endured patiently and engaged in a tug-of-war, seeing who could last longer.
An hour passed.
Two hours.
The moon hung above the willow, people stood after dusk.
From day to night, two silhouettes spanned the heavens and the earth, dividing the north and south, cutting light and shadows across the sky, surging madly in all directions.
"Huff... Huff...!"
The female immortal's clothes were disheveled, breath rapid and uneven, her eyes still fierce yet growing somewhat clouded.
The usual dignified demeanor was gone at this moment.
A bright moon hung in the sky, a gray-white demonic body high above, existing alone in the world.
Above and below, winds and clouds scattered, yin and yang, five elements entangled in Zhuji.
At a glance, it seemed like that unparalleled demon emerged from the moon, its fierce might enveloping all directions.
His gaze remained calm, falling on the female immortal below, hiding a hint of eager anticipation.
This scene deeply shocked everyone.
