Xia Fanbai sprinted onward, but after he had run only a few hundred meters, a terrifying surge erupted behind him. He felt as if the entire world were pressing down on him. His body slammed to the ground, and he could no longer run.
Gasping, he looked up at the sky and saw the blade intent shoot straight into the heavens, scattering the clouds across the sky.
A terrifying rumble came from behind him. The hairs on his body stood on end. In that moment, he felt he was going to die; it was as if that dreadful blade intent had torn his heart to pieces.
His heart clenched. He threw himself face-down and covered his head.
Rumble!
A powerful shockwave swept toward him like a storm, carrying sand and stones as it roared overhead.
The impact lasted more than ten seconds before finally subsiding.
The countless flying stones had torn the back of Xia Fanbai's clothes to shreds, and his skin stung. But he had no time to worry about his injuries. He looked toward the battlefield. It was too far away to see the two fighters, and he couldn't feel any intense waves of energy from their battle.
He gritted his teeth and sprinted toward the battlefield.
A blade mark more than ten miles long cut across the ground of Red Flame Gorge. Huang Mu lay in a huge crater, his Liquid Metal Battle Armor gone. His chest was torn open, his internal organs visible, and blood poured onto the ground.
Huang Mu's chest was still rising and falling. At least for now, he wasn't dead.
The armor on his head had also begun to flicker, appearing one moment and fading to transparency the next, like a lightbulb running out of power and about to go dark. Silver