The fierce battle had raged for six hours...
In their final collision, Zhang Tie used the fierce, domineering Great Grappling Technique and his terrifying brute strength to snap the Demon Marshal's one remaining movable arm clean in two. Amid an earth-shaking howl, the Demon Marshal pierced Zhang Tie's left chest with the horn on his head, lifted him up, and flung him away...
As he was sent flying by the Demon Marshal, Zhang Tie's battle-hardened combat skills and reflexes enabled him to drive a knee into the Demon Marshal's face.
Blood sprayed across the sky. The halos of Samadhi Power around both men vanished almost simultaneously, and they fell from a height of over a hundred meters, crashing onto a patch of dry, scorching volcanic rock at the bottom of the dried-up lava lake in the upper layer of this space.
Large swathes of snowmelt stained the rocks beneath them red before evaporating from the heat...
For one brief instant, Zhang Tie had almost thought he was dead. His mind had gone completely blank, and all consciousness had left his body. When it returned, all he could feel was pain throughout his body, as though he were being torn apart.
Even now, Zhang Tie had no idea how many of the bones in his body remained intact.
With great difficulty, Zhang Tie turned over and dropped to one knee. That simple movement alone took him a full two minutes of struggling. Blood from the wound on his forehead dyed his vision crimson, making it almost impossible to open his eyes. Zhang Tie panted violently. The sulfur-scented air in the space had become dry and scorching; with every breath he drew in, it felt as if he were stuffing a handful of red-hot sand down his throat.
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