Isla watched from afar and even felt a little sorry for him.
Every move Oul made was shattered almost as soon as it took shape. Most humiliating of all, without Lu Sheng's orders, the surrounding gunmen merely kept breaking his techniques apart, showing no intention of killing him.
Boom!!
The ground suddenly trembled.
Isla hurriedly looked toward the battlefield.
Lu Sheng was driving a savage punch into the Dark Gold Swordsman's chest. A brutal downward blow.
The ground exploded violently, waves of earth rippling outward like ocean swells and shaking the surroundings. They spread more than ten meters away.
The swordsman's armor caved in. The sharp fragments of shattered armor pierced back into his chest.
Blood poured from his mouth in great gulps as he lay on his back in the crater, his limbs twitching convulsively. He clearly would not last much longer.
Meanwhile, the old man Camille had somehow turned into a white streak, grabbed Oul, and fled madly into the distance.
Dense gunfire chased after the two of them, but because their burst of speed had been misjudged, every bombardment landed behind them, blasting apart great swathes of soil.
Lu Sheng did not give chase. The old man had far too many life-saving tricks. Several times, Lu Sheng had thought him certain to die, yet the old fellow had always managed to produce some means of escaping death and forcibly wrench himself free from a dead-end situation.
The source of his abilities was exceedingly mysterious. Lu Sheng had no idea whether he still had cards up his sleeve, so he could not be bothered to pursue him.
In any case, he had only come here to keep Isla safe.
All sorts of factions had been pressuring him to abandon Isla, employing every possible method for that purpose. Unfortunately,