Exile Ruins: Hua Qiang and Xing Ming's Rogue Fighting Style

The instant Hua Qiang and Xing Ming were sucked into the rift, time seemed to lose all meaning.

Darkness engulfed them like a tidal wave, while turbulent currents of space-time slashed wildly against their Body-Protecting Aura like countless razor-sharp blades.

Their robes were torn into scraps. Spatial turbulence carved bloody gashes across their skin, and before their blood could even fall, it was vaporized into a crimson mist by the immense force.

Hua Qiang swung the Dao Sword with all his might, trying to cleave apart the endless darkness. Yet when the blade touched the surrounding void, it actually gave off a piercing screech of twisting metal.

Xing Ming formed hand seals with both hands, attempting to summon the power of the Heavenly Dao. But the divine power that had once answered his every call now vanished like a mud ox entering the sea, without the slightest response.

As they plunged deeper, an invisible pressure surged in from all directions. It was as though the entire world were crushing their bodies. Their bones creaked under the unbearable strain, while their internal organs felt as though they were being clenched tightly by an invisible hand.

No one knew how much time had passed when a faint glimmer suddenly appeared ahead.

Before the two could react, an enormous force hurled them out of the passage.

Extreme gravity instantly dragged them downward, leaving only the howl of wind in their ears.

Hua Qiang instinctively tried to use the Sky-Traveling Technique, only to discover that the immortal power in his dantian was like a frozen lake, utterly motionless.

Xing Ming likewise discovered in terror that the power he had always been so proud of had vanished without a trace.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The two slammed heavily into a stretch of charred ruins.

Shattered stones, twisted