Wei He fully unleashed his Great Strength, hurling the massive stone—at least several hundred jin in weight—with tremendous momentum.
Zhu Chen dodged left, avoiding the huge boulder, but failed to notice a protruding old tree root on the ground beside him.
His shoulder slammed into the root, and he staggered before falling to the ground.
The wounds on his body had long since split open again under the strain of his all-out sprint, blood pouring forth like a torrent.
"Wei He, you brat! If you've got the guts, kill me face-to-face!" Zhu Chen roared, his blood and qi surging.
But the response from behind him was not words, but a rectangular bluish stone taller than a man, whistling through the air as it spun sideways toward him.
Amid the heavy howl of something tearing through the air—
The rectangular stone spun at high speed and smashed viciously into Zhu Chen's position.
Boom!!
The ground shook, and a thunderous crash exploded.
A great spray of blood erupted where Zhu Chen had stood. His entire body had been struck by the stone and crushed beneath it, with no further movement.
Wei He slowly landed, standing more than ten meters away as he watched the boulder.
He did not approach. Instead, he took out the small bottle of fire oil from his Medicine Pouch.
He tossed it forward.
At the same time, he threw a flintstone with his other hand.
Puff!!
A large amount of fire oil splashed over the boulder, then was ignited by the sparks struck from the flint, bursting into flame at once.
Having done this, Wei He stood quietly to one side without making another move. He merely watched as the fire oil flowed and dripped down, gradually covering and setting alight the boulder and its surroundings.
After waiting