"Boom—"
The night was black as ink, so thick it seemed it could drip water. Fierce battle raged beneath that lacquer-dark sky, every collision of energy as if it would tear the darkness apart.
"Roar—"
A deep, powerful tiger's roar shot into the sky. Immediately after, a dull thud rang out as something heavy hit the ground, as if even the earth trembled for it. This heart-stopping battle seemed about to come to an end; the scales of victory had already begun to tip.
"Boom—"
The Hell White Tiger, over ten meters long, crashed heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust. As Wu Siduo's Soul Power ran dry, the enormous Hell White Tiger rapidly collapsed, vanishing like a dream bubble and revealing Wu Siduo's somewhat battered body.
Her hair clung messily to her face, her clothes were torn, and streaks of blood seeped from wound after wound, looking especially shocking in the night.
"So strong!"
Wu Siduo raised a hand and wiped away the blood that kept spilling from the corner of her mouth. The crimson liquid flowed over her pale fingers, making her current weakness stand out all the more.
She tried to struggle to her feet and straighten her back again, but her body felt as if it had been filled with lead, so heavy she could barely move an inch. She could only half-kneel on the ground with difficulty, supporting herself on trembling arms to keep from collapsing completely.
After Zheng Yiran left, Wu Siduo had not hesitated to begin a life-and-death fight with Duanmu Yan.
But reality was incomparably cruel. Her opponent's strength was far above hers.
Although Wu Siduo had the boost of her Two-word Battle Armor and had even used her powerful Martial Soul Fusion Skill, before Duanmu Yan's overwhelming power,