As their gazes met, Zhao Xuan and the others keenly sensed that something was wrong with the Abyss Master.
The corner of Zhao Xuan's mouth twitched as he clicked his tongue. Lowering his head slightly to stare at the Abyss Master before him, he murmured, "What a twist of fate... Heaven wants you dead. You can't blame us for that."
The Abyss Master's eight pairs of serpent eyes were ice-cold, yet a closer look revealed a trace of ashen defeat deep within them.
At that moment, a savage wound ran across his enormous body. A massive gash extended down his long, narrow form—the earlier strike from the Asura Divine Sword had broken through the Abyss Master's tough scales.
Beneath the black scales were white tendons glimmering faintly, followed by pink flesh. While the Asura Divine Sword had cleaved open his body, it had also dealt it a crushing blow. The flesh beneath the scales churned as dark green blood seeped out.
The blood dripped down his body, instantly corroding the yellow-brown earth below into tiny yet deep pits that released wisps of white smoke.
A gentle breeze swept past. All eight of the Abyss Master's heads lifted to gaze at the sky, and then he murmured, "The sun..."
The three exchanged glances and swiftly launched their attack against the Abyss Master. Tang Chen took the lead, while Zhao Xuan and Tang San flanked him, wielding their Divine Artifacts as they searched for opportunities to strike.
"Buzz!"
The Clear Sky Hammer spun through Tang Chen's hand. Its immense weight seemed weightless to him, and every swing made space itself wail and shatter.
Ripples in space washed over the Abyss Master's body. Although his scale-covered form showed no visible change, the wound where flesh had been torn open split apart once more,