Boom! Boom! Boom!
After a round of relentless bombardment, immense destructive force swept across all directions, leaving terrifying deep craters.
Two Shadow Wolf Puppets stood at the edge of the pit, watching the flames below gradually dissipate. Red vines entwined into a cocoon, six figures thrust their spears, and blood flowed along one of the spears.
Buzz!
The vines and five Clone Illusions were shredded by a swift wind. Jiang Yuebai gripped the spear with one hand and pressed the saber with the other.
Zhuo Qingfeng's lips were stained with blood, his body covered in burns, and half of the spear tip was embedded in his chest. He clenched the spear shaft with his left hand to exert force outward, while his right hand raised a longsword, tremblingly blocking Jiang Yuebai's Absolute Wind Saber that was pressing down continuously.
Zhuo Qingfeng's resilience startled Jiang Yuebai, prompting her to ask, "How did you see through my Clone Illusions?"
