Thousands upon thousands of eyes across the battlefield were fixed on the center of the snowfield.
Even the wind and snow there seemed to slow.
In that flash of lightning, the sharp-eyed saw what had happened!
Both Chen Mu and Blackscale had been wounded, torn by the residual force of that clash of divine abilities.
Yet Chen Mu seemed more gravely injured. He knelt with his saber braced against the ground, still unable to rise.
Blackscale, meanwhile, swept through the air trailing immense demonic energy. His twelve-foot halberd carried a demonic gale as he brought it down over Chen Mu's head!
"Brat, die!"
Boom!
The strike unleashed a blade of halberd energy several yards long, which crashed down.
Chen Mu had no time to dodge. He could only raise his saber and block it head-on.
Boom!!
Waves of force exploded, sending snow and dust skyward.
Chen Mu was hurled sideways, tumbling into the snow and sliding some twenty yards before he stopped.
The Dragon-Slayer Saber let out a mournful cry as well. Shuddering free of his grip, it shot over a hundred paces away and embedded itself in the Command Platform.
"Ninth Senior Brother!!"
"It's over! Even Lord Chen has lost! Who else can stop this snake demon?!"
Despair filled everyone on the city tower, their eyes reddening.
"Brother Chen, I'll help you!"
Li Huanzhen roared and moved to leap from the tower to rescue Chen Mu.
But just then, Liu Qingcang said:
"Wait. Ninth Brother can still fight."
"What?" Everyone was stunned and hastily looked back.
On the battlefield, the demons' morale soared like a rainbow as they shouted praises of their general's might.
Blackscale advanced with his halberd, striding toward where Chen Mu had fallen.
A deep trench had been gouged through the snow there.
Chen Mu was