A blood-red blade flashed like fireworks as it cleaved straight into the Old President, while No. 2's body was swallowed by the light.
The tremendous impact sent Lin Wan'er staggering backward. Shattered blades of light sliced into her body, leaving jagged lines of blood across her snow-white skin. Somehow, the sight gave rise to a bizarre, shattered beauty.
As the blades of light slowly faded, the scene before them plunged everyone into despair. Such a powerful strike had failed to cut the Old President in half. The blade had stopped at its chest, forcibly halted in place.
The Old President was badly wounded, but it was still alive. All their efforts had once again come to nothing. Wu pulled out his knife and suddenly swung it at the Old President's neck. He knew there would be no next chance. Everyone who could fight alongside him had already fallen. This was their last chance!
But even that final hope vanished the instant the Old President caught the blade in its hand. It suddenly tightened its grip and crushed the edge, then punched Wu's left arm as he clutched the hilt. The unremarkable punch turned his arm into a cloud of blood, and Wu went flying, crashing heavily to the ground in front of Jiang Cheng. Viscous blood splattered all over him.
The broken blade spun through the air before finally lodging in the earth at Jiang Cheng's feet.
Wen Zhao covered his mouth, struggling not to sob aloud, but he understood that it was all over. Even the strongest of them, Wu, had fallen. There was no chance of turning things around.
Staring blankly at Wu lying on the ground, Jiang Cheng finally saw despair in his eyes. Wu looked back at him, his lips trembling. Jiang Cheng knew he wanted