Ivan's grin faltered for a fraction of a second as Aiden's aura surged to new heights. The space around him trembled, the sheer pressure of his presence distorting the very fabric of the Abyss.
But Ivan refused to back down. If anything, his blood boiled in excitement.
"Then come, Aiden!" Ivan roared, abyssal flames spiraling around him. His throne-like Martial Spirit materialized behind him, exuding an oppressive force that made even the Demonic Cultivators tremble. "Let's see if your so-called 'destiny' can overcome absolute power!"
Aiden didn't hesitate. He vanished from sight, reappearing directly in front of Ivan with a downward slash. His golden blade clashed with Ivan's greatsword, the impact sending shockwaves through the battlefield. The corrupted ground beneath them cracked and crumbled as waves of abyssal and divine energy clashed in a chaotic maelstrom.