The next moment.
Light enveloped the earth.
The Emperor seemed to be battling with all the beings of the Celestial Dao.
Various explosions began to erupt.
Space was torn apart.
Even the crystal walls of the entire painting were continuously melting and then being repaired again.
Battle.
Battle.
Relentless battle.
Days passed.
"Emperor, in the end, you are but one person."
Sylvie's hair flew like flames, "Your physical strength is still too low. With my stamina and energy over a thousand rings, how can you compete with me?"
"Next time, you might win! But now you've lost."
Sylvie had the victory assured; she was adept at scheming and knew this battle would exhaust the opponent.
But the next time the Emperor returns, it might not be so simple.
This time, he suffered on the energy level, suffered for not understanding the Black Magic Master's nature!
