The shrill screams were earth-shaking. As powerful experts who had mastered true power, even their screams were full-throated, far louder than the combined shouts of several thousand ordinary people!
Especially Lin Haiyuan and the other two, who had lived in luxury for thousands of years—when had they ever suffered hardship? As Sect Commanders who held the Tiger Clan's daily authority, they even had people waiting on them when they dressed. They had nearly reached the point where someone would help move their jaws to chew their food for them. Though they were powerful experts, they had not touched so much as a drop of water with their own fingers for countless years. When had they ever sustained such grievous wounds?
One of Lin Haiyuan's arms and both lower legs had been blasted away. His back had been blown into a mangled mess, even exposing his spine.
Lin Qingyue and Lin Yading were somewhat less severely injured. They had been farther away and, unlike Lin Haiyuan, had not been struck directly by the Dragonflame Impact. They had merely been at the edge of its explosive force, suffering internal injuries and having large patches of skin blasted apart. They looked far better than Lin Haiyuan.
Even so, the three of them howled in agonizing misery like pigs stabbed hundreds of times by a butcher's knife. Their heart-rending cries even shook the weaker clansmen around them until they coughed blood and staggered back, not daring to remain near them.
A series of dense cracking explosions rang out. At least a dozen defensive magic devices on Lin Haiyuan and the other two shattered. Pendants, talismans, automatically activated shields, inner armor, and other devices of all kinds were riddled with cracks by that single Dragonflame Impact. They barely protected the three men as they fled