"Crack, crack, crack..."
Huo Yuanhong's bones and sinews crackled as his body returned to normal. He stood beside the huge crater like an ordinary man, glanced into it, and remained expressionless.
For no reason at all—wouldn't it have been fine to just look for Sun Lutang? He had to force Huo Yuanhong to make a move, and now he had accidentally beaten him to death...
Though it sounded complicated, in truth, almost the instant Tang Xuantong and the others had violently retreated, Huo Yuanhong had stomped the crazed man charging at them straight into the ground.
"Dodge!"
Before the Strategist could even get the words out, he watched helplessly as Huo Yuanhong's bones and sinews stretched, transforming him into a form of overwhelming oppression—and then it was over.
"It's finished?"
The three great experts halted their retreat, exchanged glances, and found bewilderment in each other's eyes.
They walked over and looked into the crater.
Wind and Rain Rest, who had just been about to beat them all to death, was now embedded deep in the earth, a vacant look still lingering in his eyes.
Several footprints marked his body. He had been stomped to death.
"Strategist, you're being far too cautious. You invited a Martial Saint with the strongest inborn divine strength, a tyrant of a man, and over a century of Divine Strength—an ultimate Martial Saint—and you still dragged us along..."
Tang Xuantong could not help saying.
Old Yu was equally speechless as he looked at the terrifying scene.
With this man here, what had they come for? A few stomps, and Wind and Rain Rest had become a strip buried in the dirt.
Yet compared to those two experts, the Strategist was the one who least knew what to say.
He had only found an actor to coax