Chapter 897 A Showdown

• Moments later, preparations snapped into place like soldiers to attention.
• The first duel unfolded beneath a sky bruised by rolling clouds.
• Swish! The black-armored demon god vaulted into the arena, landing with earth-shaking finality. His aura pressed outward like mountain and sea combined; lightning muttered overhead. Midnight hair whipped through storm-laden gusts while radiant eyes sliced the gloom, casting spears of divine light. He stood colossal, unbending—a living monument to primeval terror.