Dugu Bo felt as though his head had been struck by a massive hammer. His vision went black, and he plummeted from the sky.
Fortunately, just before hitting the ground, he managed to stagger back into flight. Otherwise, he might have become the first Titled Douluo on the continent to die from a fall.
"Pfft!" Blood flowed from Madara's seven orifices, especially his eyes. They were so crimson it was as if they had been soaked through with blood, even overflowing and leaving streaks of red across his face.
Madara's Soul Power and Chakra had long been exhausted. What sustained his Sharingan now was his life force. After seeing Dugu Bo fall from the air, he seemed to have spent his final shred of strength, and his consciousness sank into darkness.
The instant Dugu Bo fell, Madara's enormous Susanoo swordsman vanished. Madara's body also dropped limply from the sky, only to be caught securely by the airborne Flender.
"Madara, wake up!" Flender landed and lifted Madara's head, shaking him anxiously in an attempt to wake him.
"Hand him over to me!" Dugu Bo strode over coldly, the killing intent in his eyes equally undisguised.
"You want to kill him? You'll have to get past us first!" The three gathered again in a triangular formation, waves of dim golden light flickering as though they were running out of strength.
"Stop!!!" At that moment, a familiar shout came from the small hill behind them, drawing nearer and nearer.
As if experiencing a final flash of vitality, Madara's blurred consciousness briefly focused again. Through the haze, he saw a familiar figure charging toward him without regard for anything else.
Is that you, Xiao San?
Blue Tyrant Academy, infirmary. "How is he?" Flender immediately went over and asked Liu Erlong as she emerged from