The Last of His Strength
The battle had taken a sharp turn in the span of just a few breaths, and the scene erupted into an uproar!
First, Long Pingzhan had decisively severed his own hand to save his life. Then Mogu Sect had withdrawn its devastating attack and fled at top speed. Their clash seemed to have ended in the most hurried, yet unmistakable, fashion.
Under the complicated stares of the crowd, the dazzling golden light that had forced people to shield their eyes slowly faded away. The bewitching purple-gold flames vanished from the world as well.
The enormous Dragon Shadow quickly shrank into a black silhouette and slowly descended from the sky.
Xiao Lian's face was pale, but his breathing was fairly steady.
His expression, however, remained as indifferent as ever. He showed no joy at having won the battle, but that didn't mean the people below weren't excited.
When Zheng Shi'an and the others saw that he was still safe and sound, if a little pale, they erupted into cheers. A Xuan even leaped up and embraced Kuang Yuanba, shouting with excitement.
The heavy stone in Li Siter and the others' hearts finally dropped. They looked at Xiao Lian with even greater respect and admiration.
The battle might have seemed like an easy victory, but they were facing two figures who had reached the half-step Chaos Divine Venerable realm. One slip could have cost him his life. In the end, he had stood to the last as an absolute powerhouse.
Xiao Lian stood motionless, quietly watching the people below. It wasn't that he didn't want to move—he couldn't.
His condition had reached the brink of utter exhaustion. If he couldn't recover, the severe injuries he'd suffered some time ago would erupt alongside the strain of pushing himself