The two streams of light entangled in fierce combat, leaving the great hall, fleeing deep into the Secret Tomb, and then dashing over a dozen miles before finally crashing into a small mountain where they grudgingly came to a halt.
It must be said that the Bai Ze Secret Tomb was indeed like a complete world within, with rugged mountains and surging lakes along the way.
The only flaw was that it was too dark to see clearly.
"Rumble..."
Qin Qianlian looked expressionlessly at the concave mountain wall.
In the previous clash, he had gained a slight upper hand, eventually blasting Wen Daoist into the mountain.
However, he himself was also injured. He forcefully pulled out the "broken blade" that pierced his abdomen and threw it on the ground. The blade, made of some unknown material, shattered into pieces, extremely brittle.
"Cough cough."
Wen Daoist coughed deeply, emerging slowly from the dust with a sinister expression.
