That roar struck Yue Xiaofei's heart like a sledgehammer.
"Uncle Han..."
Yue Xiaofei's lips trembled. His vision blurred, and tears spilled down his face.
A man did not shed tears lightly. He simply had not yet been hurt enough.
Yue Xiaofei looked at the man drenched in blood, unable even to stand, yet still using his broken body to form one last line of defense for him.
Han Xiao!
Han Xiao the "Butcher," who had borne that name for five years and been reviled by the world!
He could have abandoned Yue Xiaofei. He could have clung to what little life he had left. But he hadn't!
He had kept his final promise with his life!
"Worm!"
An earth-shaking roar cut through Yue Xiaofei's grief.
Basaka looked down, his crimson eyes filled with incredulous fury.
A bloodied hand had seized the ankle of a foot strong enough to crush a tank.
And the hand belonged to a mortal Basaka thought he could kill with a breath!
It was an insult!
The ultimate blasphemy against a god!
"Worm, you think your mortal body can rival a god?!"
Enraged, Basaka raised his other foot and, holding nothing back, began stomping furiously on Han Xiao where he lay!
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The heavy thuds came like rapid drumbeats. Every blow shook the entire street.
One terrifying crater after another appeared in the hard asphalt.
"No!!!"
Yue Xiaofei roared and tried to rush over.
But the violent gusts whipped up countless stones, forming an invisible wall that hurled him back. He could not get any closer.
All he could do was watch Han Xiao get battered beneath the giant's feet like a punching bag!
Basaka moved with unbelievable speed, leaving afterimages in his wake. Every strike carried devastating force.
This was not a fight.