The dazzling flames lit up the entire arena like a red sun, making it impossible to look directly at it. Pei Yan put on sunglasses himself and continued to observe the situation on the stage, sighing, "Just as you said, things have reversed, but now it's hard to say who will win or lose. Tsk tsk, no wonder Di Xin, the Bloodshade, has at least merged the bloodlines of several incredibly resilient races. To break through under such severe injuries is impressive. As for Ning Quanchen, whether he has such good luck, we don't know yet."

After the flames continued to burn for a few minutes, they were gradually blown to the edge of the stage by a burst of Yuan Qi, revealing Ning Quanchen standing at the center of the explosion. By this time, he was no longer as composed as when he first entered the stage. At the same time, his entire body was severely injured. After he waved to dispel the Primordial Fire, he could no longer support his shaky body. With a soft plop, his knees buckled and he knelt down on the ground. The impact of the fall, combined with the scorching ground, aggravated his wounds, causing him to let out a muffled groan. He leaned forward until he extended his arms to support his body, barely maintaining his balance.

"Oh! His injuries are much lighter than I expected." Seeing this scene, Pei Yan was a bit surprised.

"Normally so, as he possesses Fire Elemental Origin Power within him. Although this power was turned back by Di Xin and enhanced by Divine Artifact Wine, making it far more powerful than before, the core hasn't changed much. He's still able to reduce some of the damage from the Primordial Fire to himself." Lin Junzhao explained.

Gu Shenghui chimed in, "The Power of Origin used by Di Xin, that is...?"

"That's right, it's one of the origins unique to the Bloodshade Plane, Devour." Lin Junzhao sighed after speaking and then asked, "This is also one of the fundamentals of their rise. Let me ask you, the Cornerstone Plane has abilities, the Daoist Plane has arts, the Magic Realm can perform magic, the Spirit Monster Plane relies on its bloodlines, the Demon Race also has its unique breakthrough techniques, what is the sorcery of the Bloodshade?"

"Uh~." This question stumped Pei Yan. He pondered for a while, scratched his head, and smiled bitterly, "Now that you mention it, I just realized that they don't seem to have anything particularly special, except for being especially tough to beat and having strong recovery, they seem to rely entirely on the techniques from other planes."

"That's it, although our world is known as the Cornerstone Plane, in the eyes of other planes, it's like a landfill. Yet, even in this landfill, a distinctive civilization developed. After I was born with self-awareness, I perceived this world and thus created a variety of abilities, which gave rise to you ability users."

Lin Junzhao's tone carried a bit of helplessness as he continued, "And the Bloodshade, as my other side, remained unknown for many years. They are chaos, or rather nothing. With the massive influx of negative emotions and energies, they gave rise to the most primitive and lowly intelligent creatures. The time when the Candle Dragon awoke was probably similar to mine, but the civilization of his world was far less advanced than ours. Plus, without anyone guiding them, they missed the time to construct the characteristic sorcery of their plane. However, with every disadvantage comes an advantage. With no restrictions of his own framework, he simply adopted the strengths of many others, whether it be abilities, sorcery, or bloodlines. He used his devouring nature to absorb and fuse all, and the facts have proven that after many years of secret development, he has cultivated and absorbed forces to a considerably impressive level across various planes."

"I understand. The major planes are not really facing the Bloodshade as an opponent, but rather themselves in a merger orchestrated by the Bloodshade. Of course, arm wrestling with oneself is painful." Pei Yan said, somewhat enviously, "Devour! To be able to turn the opponent's sorcery into one's own use, in some ways, it's comparable to our Power of Purification and Erasure. There must be restrictions on its use, right?"

"Of course, otherwise, Di Xin wouldn't have struggled to hold on until the most critical moment to use this move. But as for the weaknesses of this Power of Origin, I'm still unable to fathom them." Lin Junzhao responded to Pei Yan, displeased with his tone of envy, snorted with disdain.

As they were having their discussion, a commotion suddenly arose all around. Pei Yan hurriedly looked towards the stage and saw that both seriously injured individuals, after a brief rest, had stood up simultaneously.

"Hehehe, your Divine Artifact is only so-so. You were boasting earlier, but what now! Wasn't I able to break through?" Di Xin leaned against the stage's defensive wall, with severely injured legs recovering slowly. Now, even movement was an issue, and he could only barely stand. Nonetheless, he was still relentless with his words, jeering.

"Cough cough cough!" Summoning a longsword and using it to support himself, Ning Quanchen let out a dry cough. Ignoring the blood at the corners of his mouth, he looked at Di Xin with a sinister smile, "You did break through! But what can you do now! All you can do is stand there and obediently wait for death!"

"You're right, delivering any powerful abilities is hard for me now." As Di Xin spoke, he flicked his fingers, and a handgun landed in his hand. He waved it in front of Ning Quanchen, taunting, "But your situation is no better than mine! I can't use any other abilities, but I still have enough Yuan Qi to trigger weapon abilities with the handgun. Can you now ignore these explosions like at the start? Hehehe, losing to the low-end alchemical device you looked down upon, I can't wait to see your expression after defeat."

Di Xin said this, raised his hand, and fired a shot at Ning Quanchen. The bullet whizzed by with a bang and exploded on the stage's defensive array. He missed the target, and eventually, Ning Quanchen's injuries were lighter. At the crucial moment, he pulled out a Talisman and used the Space Jumping Technique to dodge the shot.

However, this further aggravated Ning Quanchen's injuries. Dizzy from the space jump, he almost stumbled to the ground. Di Xin seized the opportunity, raised his handgun, and pulled the trigger once more, aiming directly at him.

This time Ning Quanchen chose to withstand the violent explosion, which blasted his body high into the air. Yet just as he was mid-air, under his control, the longsword in his hand unsheathed. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

"Argh~ah!" Di Xin let out a painful scream, as a streak of light flashed, the longsword aimed at his throat. Unable to move, he could only instinctively raise his arm holding the gun to block, but the sword light cut through, and the longsword, losing control of Yuan Qi, fell alongside his severed hand.

"This is your doing. Now that we've fought to this point, I must kill you!" Di Xin collapsed to his knees with a thud, clutching his slashed right hand. Overwhelmed with rage, he picked up the handgun from his detached hand, aimed once again, at Ning Quanchen, who struggled to rise after being blasted away.