Storms surged, lava roared.
When the vast aftershock finally dissipated, beneath the shattered iron mountain, amid the gaps between flame and lightning, Fenkuzhu actually took a step back.
A chip had shattered open in the Sword of Burning in his hand.
Across from him, Huai Shi lowered his head and glanced at his severed left arm, as well as the calamitous fire entwined around the wound and his soul.
Yet with a casual flick, the flames over the fracture went out, iron light multiplied, and a brand-new steel hand was forged once more!
"What's wrong? Are you afraid, Fenkuzhu?"
Huai Shi asked curiously, "Can you still hold on?"
The answer was blazing radiance as though it could swallow the cosmos!
Like a falling star propelled forward, bearing the storm, Fenkuzhu cleaved down.
The Axe-Halberd collided with the Sword of Burning, but in an instant, the wolf-headed flail had already swung from Huai Shi's other hand, smashing toward his skull.
The counterattack flowed like drifting clouds and running water, seizing every advantage. It seemed to become a storm, penetrating everywhere, chilling one to the bone.
And yet, it only made him more delighted!
This was exactly how it should be!
"How strange, Huai Shi."
Through the blade, Fenkuzhu looked down at those calm eyes and asked curiously, "Your subordinates are being slaughtered, the people you seek to protect are crying out in despair, and yet you do not care at all?"
"Why should I care?"
Huai Shi asked in confusion. He raised his right wrist, where the band still glowed with tranquil green light. "Do you see it, Fenkuzhu? Even now, they have never asked for help—"
After a brief pause, Huai Shi smiled.
"It seems the threat you spoke of was nothing more than this!"
Boom!
Amid the thunderous crash,