A huge battle erupted with a thunderous roar, the decisive fight taking place beyond the tribe, flattening the lands for dozens of miles around in an instant.
"Is this the might of a battle between Divine Spirits?" Zhang Chen watched the intertwining divine lights, constantly absorbing and capturing the aura of the two.
Houtu manipulated the earth, with gravity fluctuating unpredictably in her hands. The ground continuously heaved or flattened, trapping the Divine Spirit called 'Ant' in a gravitational field, suppressing it. At this moment, Houtu's cold voice echoed through heaven and earth: "Mere ants, with such meager power, what makes you think you can devour me?"
"Heh, I know you're strong, but would I come here to devour you without thorough preparation?" Though Ant was suppressed, he showed no signs of panic.
"What do you mean?" Houtu was startled by his words, a sense of foreboding rising in her heart.
