Ascension

The terrifying energy storm lasted for nearly the time it took to burn half an incense stick before gradually subsiding. As the billowing dust and raging waves of fire slowly dispersed, the sight at the center of the square made everyone suck in a breath of cold air, their scalps tingling.

The once-level square now bore a massive, bottomless pit. Its edges had melted into a glass-like substance that still radiated astonishing heat. The area around the pit was charred black, barren of even a blade of grass.

At the edge of the pit, two figures lay collapsed like rag dolls, their breaths feeble to the extreme.

Hua Jin lay there, her entire body charred black and her clothes in tatters. Her once-lovely face was now a bloody mess of flesh and blood. She had only breath going out, none coming in, like a dead dog. Clearly, she had lost more than half her life and fallen into a deep coma. Whether she would survive remained unknown.

Demonic Flower Evil Lord was somewhat better off, but only by the slightest margin.

He knelt on one knee, relying on a broken stone pillar to keep himself from collapsing completely.

His robes had all turned to ash, while large portions of his body were scorched and blistered. Blood gushed from countless wounds, and his breath was as weak as a candle flickering in the wind.

He struggled to lift his head and looked towards the upright figure in the sky, his eyes filled with fear, resentment, and a trace of despairing disbelief.

He tried to stand, only to discover that he no longer had the strength to move even a finger. He had completely lost his ability to fight.

Lin Ming had, by himself, used a single move—Five Dragons Paying Homage—to utterly