Above Zhongshan Commandery, the two immortals waged a bloody battle, shattering space. Wherever they passed, everything was reduced to nothingness.

The Midheaven Emperor-Lord stood within a black vortex. The space around it warped, and time was slowed to a crawl.

A black vortex materialized behind the Qilin Immortal without warning. One of his arms was brutally torn away and devoured, blood gushing from the wound.

The Qilin Immortal’s countenance darkened. He focused his will on the severed stump, and his limb regenerated.

“Hahahaha! All that bluster earlier, and this is all you’ve got, Qilin Immortal?!” The Midheaven Emperor-Lord laughed with unbridled arrogance.

My Devouring Dao Fruit devours all without discrimination. Even an immortal’s body will be devoured clean. So what if the Qilin Immortal can regrow his limbs? He can’t hold out too long.

The Midheaven Emperor-Lord wasn’t concerned that his attacks would damage the Reincarnation...