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Cold rain stirred the murky blood pooled in the muddy hollows.
Panda propped himself up on his sword in the mud. Every labored breath tugged at his shattered chest, and pain that pierced to the marrow made his consciousness tremble.
Dark red mucus flecked with bubbles seeped from the corners of his tightly pressed lips, only to be diluted by the rain and washed into the sludge.
Beneath the charred wounds covering his body, lingering lightning and fire burned and numbed him.
Blood and lightning-fire attributes naturally countered each other, but the vast gulf between level 84 and level 91 had cost him dearly.
His knuckles twitched faintly in the muddy water.
At the center of the deep crater, the fifty-meter Thunderfire Giant stood like an ancient statue. Molten-lava-like crimson-gold patterns flowed over its enormous torso, and the purple lightning serpents coiling around it hummed low.
"Old bastard Tang Feng-!" From the Viewing Stand, Chen Chen's voice pierced the curtain of rain, its final notes already edged with fury. "You dare strike to kill? Does the Clear Sky Sect truly want a feud that ends only in death?"
His roar echoed, yet vanished like a clay ox sinking into the sea.
The Thunderfire Giant's eyes resembled solidified molten lava. Its massive hammer held an unwavering lock on the tiny figure in the mud, its cold will almost tangible—as though it meant to inflict twice the pain Tang Potian had suffered.
"Third move!"
"Eighth Soul Skill-World-Breaking Thunder Smite!"
The giant's lightning-fire arms slowly raised the molten lightning hammer high.
The collapsed point of light in the hammerhead suddenly flared, and a sharp purple ray capable of tearing space pierced the moisture in the air.
Boom!
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