On the other side, Ling Feiyan and Mo Chen were also scared out of their wits by the sudden, earth-shattering turn of events.
Ling Feiyan reacted swiftly, sweeping the Azure Luan Sword in front of her to form a perfect circular barrier that shielded her entire body.
Mo Chen once again summoned his grimacing-face shield. At the same time, demonic energy surged through him, wrapping him up tightly.
Even so, the two were driven back again and again by the violent shock wave. Their blood and qi churned, and a trace of blood trickled from the corners of their mouths.
When the white light faded and the thunderous rumbling died down, the cave abode was left in ruins.
The stone platform in the center had been reduced to dust, leaving behind a smoking crater.
Shi Potian lay in the distance, his whole body charred black. His giant axe had flown from his grasp and embedded itself in the ground dozens of meters away, its blade covered in cracks. His chest still rose and fell faintly. He had clearly suffered a devastating injury and lost all ability to fight.
Ling Feiyan's face was deathly pale, and the hand holding her sword trembled slightly. If she had been any closer to that explosion, the consequences would have been unimaginable.
Mo Chen was in slightly better shape, but he had also expended a great deal of energy. His face was dark enough to drip water.
A trap!
It had all been a trap from beginning to end!
That so-called treasure was nothing but a Death Omen Talisman!
Who?
Who had set this up?
Still shaken, the two instinctively looked toward the corner of the cave abode at the same time.
The dust there had settled.
The young man who had set all this