"Im-impossible!" Lin Feng exclaimed, shock palpable on his face. "I clearly pierced my sword through your abdomen. How are you still alive?" he demanded.
"As if I would die from a wound like that," Maximilian chuckled, taking another sip from his tea.
Lin Feng took a step back in fear, a bead of sweat trickling down his face.
"So you actually survived..." Bai Chengsheng murmured, stepping forward.
The debris on the ground trembled and hovered into the air. Several cracks spread across the land.
The next moment, the debris slammed into the ground, crushing into dust as immense pressure descended.
It immediately brought Lin Feng to his knees, even though he wasn't the target of the pressure.
Wukong, standing behind Maximilian, also clenched his jaw as he struggled to stand straight.
