Dust and smoke filled the sky, and devastation stretched as far as the eye could see.
Ignoring the lingering power of the battlefield, Xiao Wu threw herself through the chaotic energy storm without hesitation. She flew to the critically wounded Tang San, tightly embraced his battered body, and carried him away at extreme speed.
Tang San's divine heart had shattered, his Divine Power was rapidly draining away, the life force within him was growing ever fainter, and his breath was on the verge of ceasing.
"Don't even think about leaving!"
Bibi Dong's eyes turned cold. With a flash, she transformed into a shadowy demonic figure and gave chase at tremendous speed, drawing ever closer to the two of them as killing intent pierced the air.
"Stop right there!"
At that critical moment, a sharp silver sword aura slashed through the air, spanning the heavens as it struck straight toward Bibi Dong.
It was Sword Douluo Chen Xin!
Yet before the power of a god, this sword aura, mighty enough to intimidate a Super Dulo, appeared incomparably small.
Bibi Dong's expression did not change in the slightest. She casually swung the Rakshasa Demon Scythe in her hand, unleashing a thread of dark demonic light that instantly devoured the vast sword aura and dispersed it into nothingness.
Her gaze was icy as she locked onto the two figures ahead, her voice full of contempt. "Chen Xin, Gu Rong, mere Titled Douluo dare block a god's path? You truly are in a hurry to die."
Chen Xin held the Seven Kill Sword, his white hair whipping in the wind. His eyes blazed, devoid of fear, as he laughed loudly. "I, Chen Xin, have spent half my life on the battlefield, living only for the sword."
"Today, I shall use this broken body to