The world-destroying Energy Storm finally began to slowly dissipate.
The first thing to come into view was a terrifying abyss stretching across the center of the Northwest Continent, tens of thousands of miles wide. Like an unhealable wound upon the earth, it had forcibly split the entire Northwest Continent in two.
The rock walls on either side of the abyss still bore traces of brilliant flames intertwined with foul blood-red light, emanating lingering heat and baleful energy that made hearts tremble.
Two blood-soaked figures broke free from the center of the storm, staggering as they landed separately upon pieces of shattered continent floating in the air.
Their Dou Di forms had long since shattered and dispersed, returning them to their original appearances.
"Cough, cough, cough..."
Xiao Yan coughed violently, each cough bringing up mouthfuls of blood. His face was as pale as paper. A vicious wound ran from his left shoulder all the way to his waist, deep enough to expose bone. Brilliant flames flickered weakly along its edges, struggling to repair his body.
Hun Tiandi was no better off. The flesh all over his body had been scorched open by multicolored flames, charred black and crimson intermingling as he looked like a vicious ghost crawling out of a molten hell. The Evil Eye between his brows was now dim and lifeless, its surface covered in fine cracks as though it could shatter at any moment. The once-boundless sea of blood beneath his feet had shrunk into a shallow pool less than a hundred zhang wide, its viscous waters feebly bubbling.
This bloody battle had been too brutal. Both sides had pushed themselves to their limits and fought until there was nowhere left to go.
Xiao Yan raised his head with difficulty and looked toward the equally unsteady figure in