Mad

Madness

They were fighting here with their lives on the line, blood flowing into rivers, yet perhaps even that paled beside the aftermath of a casual wave from those few above.

"Roar!"

Only Purple Thunder Duke roared again. Before even recovering from his injuries, he charged forward once more.

Murong Jing and the other two instinctively wanted to step forward to stop him, but after taking a step, they pulled back.

Chen Duan's Slaughter-Ending Avatar threw another punch.

Dragon and tiger roared in unison, blasting Purple Thunder Duke away and sending him spinning through the air countless times.

Though he looked utterly undignified, punched flying again and again, Purple Thunder Duke had endured until now and risen to his feet time after time. His vitality was undeniably tenacious, worthy of praise.

This time, Gong Huaqing did not continue supplying Purple Thunder Duke with power.

He stared blankly at the three utterly different figures in the sky, as well as mighty beings such as the Three Free Heavens.

His hair had turned completely white, and even his thoughts had begun to age with it. Watching the battle overhead, he suddenly felt that such fighting truly seemed meaningless, gaining the detached clarity of one in the twilight of life.

It was also his first time seeing the Three Free Heavens make a move.

With such might, there was no doubt that any one of the three could casually crush so-called elites like them with ease.

Yet their enemy had been able to hold the Three Free Heavens in a stalemate for so long. The weight of that was self-evident.

Their desperate slaughter was, in truth, nothing more than the vanguard fodder that could be discarded at any moment.

They were tools for both sides to test one another, little pawns on a