The gray-white dust surged madly toward the distance, like overlapping waves. A flurry of broken bricks and stones, along with some ornamental trees that were casually shattered, soared into the sky, then scattered down like heavenly maidens spreading flowers.
Amidst the ruins bearing the silhouette of a fist.
A four meter tall Armor of Shura gave off black smoke, its aura of ominous savagery, as though coming from Hell, had dimmed significantly. On the mask that resembled pure white cold jade, two cracks marred the exquisite beauty. The four golden arm illusions once raised high on the shoulder blades were covered with tiny fractures, much like a shattered mirror.
Among the three weapons, the Vajra Pestle, Flame Blade Spear, and Soul Suppressing Chain, only the last one remained. The other two had shattered in the recent clash.
"Buzz..."
