Absolute Domain

The battlefield quaked.

Zhang Yong's blade met the Supreme Self's, and the clash sent torrents of destruction rippling through the void. Stars collapsed. Time distorted. The laws of existence trembled under the sheer power unleashed between the two.

Their figures vanished and reappeared across the battlefield, moving at speeds beyond mortal comprehension. Each strike shattered dimensions, creating fissures in the fabric of reality.

The Supreme Self sneered. "You persist like a cockroach, but power is not merely about survival."

He raised his hand—golden runes burned into existence around his fingers, forming a sigil that pulsed with the energy of countless destroyed realms.

He pointed.

A beam of absolute annihilation erupted toward Zhang Yong, tearing apart everything in its path.

"Not enough!"

Zhang Yong roared. Dark lightning surged around him, his Krishna Domain expanding instantly. He twisted his body, bringing his sword down with all his might.

CLANG!

The impact divided the heavens—the Supreme Self's attack was split in half, the two fragments hurtling off into the distance before they detonated into cosmic storms.

Zhang Yong didn't stop.

The moment the attack was neutralized, he appeared behind the Supreme Self—his blade already swinging toward the deity's neck.

SLASH!

Golden blood sprayed.

For the first time, the Supreme Self staggered. His immortal blood dripped onto the broken battlefield, sizzling as it touched the fractured void.

"You…" He touched his wound, his expression darkening. "You dare—"

Zhang Yong didn't give him time to finish.

"Shut up and fight!"

He pressed the attack. His sword danced like a streak of divine light, each slash filled with the will of an unstoppable warrior.

The Supreme Self parried but was forced back—step by step.

Zhang Yong grinned savagely. "What's wrong? Weren't you the one calling me a cockroach? Why do you look so uncomfortable now?"

The Supreme Self's expression twisted. "Enough!"

BOOM!

His aura exploded outward, the force of it hurling Zhang Yong away.

"You think you've won because you managed to wound me?" The Supreme Self's eyes burned with celestial fury. "You have no idea what true power means."

Then—he unshackled himself.

The battlefield shattered further as the Supreme Self's true divinity erupted—a presence so overwhelming it suffocated the heavens themselves.

Zhang Yong's expression hardened. This was it.

The true battle for supremacy was only beginning.