Darcy Rahman Khan's figure was like a powerful arrow in a gale. The instant the thought stirred, he had already crossed the boundary of the Void, appearing before Chen Xiaojun in a flash like a phantom from the netherworld.
The claws wrapped in Wolf Blood Flame shimmered with a strange yet enticing red glow beneath the pouring silver radiance, like the most dazzling nightmare in the night.
"Blood Flame Greedy Wolf Claw!"
With a deep roar that shook the soul, Darcy Rahman Khan's right claw descended on Chen Xiaojun like heavenly punishment, carrying a suffocating heat wave and destructive force.
In that moment, the aura of death clung to Chen Xiaojun's spine like ice. He could clearly feel the beat of his own heart, like grains of sand in the hourglass of life, slipping away one by one in silence.
Yet faced with a strike that could rewrite life and death, Chen Xiaojun showed not the slightest fear, but instead a calm beyond ordinary people.
He parted his lips and chanted, and the "Black Sun Yin Wind Howl" burst through the air. Its sound erupted in waves like solar flares, and at such close range, within this cramped space, layers of sound waves surged and reverberated, making even Darcy Rahman Khan feel dizzy and light-headed.
At the same time, his Mo Xie Sword lightly tapped the ground, and his body bent with an almost impossible flexibility, narrowly dodging Darcy Rahman Khan's fatal blow at the last possible instant.
The moment the Blood Flame Greedy Wolf Claw slammed down, there came a thunderous boom. The ground was ruthlessly torn apart, leaving behind a deep flaming pit as dust billowed and flames splashed, weaving together a tragic scene.
If Chen Xiaojun had not reacted with lightning speed, if he had been even