Another full two hours passed, and the area around the Magic Crystal Vein had long since become a hell on earth. The vast battlefield had been torn into devastation by two powerful figures. Hideous fissures several dozen feet deep crisscrossed the hard, rocky ground, and rubble, wreckage, and long-dried dark-brown bloodstains littered the earth. Dust pulverized by the aftershocks hung in the air, mingling with an overpowering stench of blood, the wildly violent dark Battle Qi, and the obscure fluctuations of laws left by the clash between Saint experts. Even the surrounding natural energy had grown restless, steeped in the deathly stillness and savagery left by the fierce battle.
Shiheng stood alone at the very center of the battlefield. His clothes had long since been shredded into flying scraps by the ferocious collisions, leaving only a few strips hanging from his body. Terrible wounds of varying depths covered his skin. The deeper ones gaped open, exposing bones bruised blue and purple by Battle Qi. Every scar spoke of chilling danger; all were lethal injuries sustained in his desperate battle with the Saint expert. Yet as his extreme berserk state erupted to its absolute peak, the adrenaline surging through him swept through his limbs, bones, and organs like flames that devoured heaven and earth. With overwhelming force, it suppressed and swallowed every trace of bodily pain, the exhaustion of his overtaxed meridians, and the burden on his soul. However severe his injuries, not the slightest pain could reach his consciousness.
His eyes, which ordinarily retained some clarity, were now utterly shrouded in scarlet, towering battle lust. His gaze was cold and deathly still, devoid of any emotional ripple, holding nothing but a ferocity that would not relent until death. The violent aura rising around him was almost tangible, and every inch