A Fight to the Death

"Bang!"

The bullet burst from the muzzle flash, pierced the sheets of rain, and struck the detonator, sending bright sparks flaring.

At that moment, time seemed to stop.

With Heightened Focus enhancing his senses, Xia Lun could clearly see every falling drop in the downpour.

A plump raindrop struck the Wicker Man whose head the Brigadier General had crushed in his hand, scattering countless splashes like shards of a broken mirror. The flying droplets reflected the faint flame, the hollow, numb, rotting faces of the undead, and even the Brigadier General's slightly mocking raised eyebrow.

The next instant, the sparks on the detonator swelled into a blaze as dazzling as daylight!

"Boom—"

Amid the deafening explosion, a shock wave roared outward, instantly stirring up rolling layers of flame.

Golden streams of fire gushed wildly, vaporizing the rain and igniting the saplings. In an instant, flames blazed everywhere, black smoke billowed, and scalding white steam surged and churned!

In a single instant, the shock wave swallowed the undead. Their putrid blood evaporated, their fragile bodies shattered under the immense pressure, and their charred limbs hurtled through the gale, pelting down in all directions amid rainwater, flowing fire, and shattered fragments of the mountainside.

Xia Lun's black eyes remained fixed on the seething golden flames. Before he could celebrate his plan's resounding success, a dark crimson streak of bloody light suddenly shot out of the blaze and struck him squarely in the face!

"What?!"

Xia Lun's heart jolted. The next instant, agonizing pain erupted inside his head, as though an invisible hand had clamped around his temples. He could even hear his skull creaking as it warped and cracked.

The Brigadier General's Secret Art! He cast it through that crushed Wicker Man! He immediately realized where the problem lay.

His vision blurred