When Xu Wendong's blood-stained body slowly emerged from the dust, like a Demon God reborn from the flames, the surroundings exploded into chaos.
The crowd gasped in shock, their eyes wide as copper bells, filled with alarm and disbelief.
In their understanding, after being struck by the "Prison Suppressing Cauldron," which should have annihilated everything, Xu Wendong ought to have been reduced to ashes.
But the tenacious figure before them shattered their assumptions.
The triumphant smile of victory on Li Changqing's and the six elders' faces froze instantly, quickly replaced by deep shock and intense apprehension.
Their gazes locked onto Xu Wendong, as if scrutinizing a vengeful spirit from Hell.
Xu Wendong's clothes were tattered, the strips of cloth flapping in the wind, narrating the fierce battle that had just transpired.
His hair was disheveled like dry grass, his mouth stained with fresh blood—a testament to the powerful impact of the "Prison Suppressing Cauldron."
