"Cough, cough, cough... you can die first!"
Faced with Jin Song's ferocious assault, Hu Xue did not retreat even half a step.
He let out a savage, terrifying laugh, his left hand clamped tightly around the spear shaft. He even deliberately pushed forward, driving the golden spear more than halfway farther into his body.
His right hand shot straight out, bearing incomparable force as he clawed toward Jin Song's heart.
Splurt!
Hu Xue seized Jin Song's heart and wrenched it out. The blood-drenched heart was still pounding violently in a steady rhythm.
Apart from the cheering squads from the three great worlds, who were still shouting at the top of their lungs, everyone present fell frighteningly silent, their eyes fixed on the two figures on the Martial Platform.
"Cough, cough, cough... come... down... to... hell... with... me..."
Jin Song's hands clamped around Hu Xue's arms like iron pincers, as though he intended to sink his grip into the very marrow of his bones.
A low, hoarse roar emerged from his throat. Every word seemed to be forced through clenched teeth, filled with endless rage and despair.
Hu Xue's face instantly turned as pale as paper, and profound terror filled his eyes.
Yet when he tried to break free of Jin Song's grip and retreat, he discovered that he could not move an inch.
Just then, Jin Song's body suddenly erupted with a dazzling radiance that overwhelmed the senses.
Boom!
An earth-shaking explosion erupted, its deafening roar echoing between heaven and earth as though it would tear the entire world apart.
Immediately afterward, a cloud of impenetrably thick black smoke rose into the air and swiftly spread, swallowing the entire Martial Platform.
Through the billowing smoke, people could make out only a few hazy outlines. No one knew exactly what