A fight to the death had long since caused everyone to forget the passage of time.
With the suppression of the Heavenly Dao stele, night did not fall, but that distant sun once again rose.
The people of Heavenly Dao City had not expected that the fight to the death would last an entire day.
The area around the Heavenly Dao stele had been terribly devastated, with mountains collapsing, rivers reversing, countless gorges on the ground, and frequent cracks in the void.
But what was even more horrific were Xie Tian and Tianyi.
Xie Tian's body was streaked with black and red; the black was yesterday's blood, the red was today's blood.
His left arm hung limp, with seven or eight bloody holes in his torso that were so large one could see the Heavenly Dao stele behind him through them; his right foot was in even worse shape, flesh and blood splattered far and wide, reduced to a state of bare bones.
