In the darkness, great clumps of snow fell from the sky. The battle between the two men had turned the heavens above into a blaze of splendor, thunder rolling endlessly, while the ground below had been left scarred and ravaged. But the moment the battle ended, the world around them returned to silence. In the air, aside from the snowflakes, there was only the cold, hard wind, sharp as blades...
Occam had lost both arms, and blood streamed from his entire body. Yet even after suffering such a blow, he still had not died.
Zhang Tie lowered his head and looked at Occam at his feet, secretly marveling at the formidable vitality of a Phantom Knight. At this point in the battle, if he had been an ordinary Earth Knight, ten Earth Knights would have been finished by now. Yet after Occam had been pierced through by Zhang Tie's Golden Flying Spear, he had actually continued fighting him until now without dying. It truly surprised Zhang Tie and made him look forward even more to the realm of Phantom Knights.
His eyes blurred by blood, Occam struggled to look at Zhang Tie. A faint response of Battle Qi still flickered from his body, as if he wanted to gather his Battle Qi once more. A snowflake drifted over and covered his eye, making his eyelid twitch. He seemed to want to brush the snowflake away, but in Zhang Tie's eyes, only half his body convulsed twice. He could only wait for that snowflake to melt upon his face, carrying with it a trace of icy chill.
The Holy Light Empire's Grand Shepherd of the Holy Light, who had been so overbearing in the Summer Palace moments ago, now lay like a dead dog. Of the expressions still distinguishable on his