The smoke from gunfire dissipated, the spatial rift sealed shut, and Zhu Bufan, Huo Ling, and Emperor Yan finally had a clear view of the battlefield where the fierce clash with the Nine-Ringed Bloodbelly had just taken place.
The ground was fractured, charred in places, but fortunately, it was almost entirely barren desert in the Thunder Marsh Layer, so the environmental damage wasn't as catastrophic as it could have been.
The previously coiled up Nine-Ringed Bloodbelly, now sprawling out as massive as a small mountain, seemed from afar to have sustained severe injuries, its dark red blood almost pooling into a lake.
As for the formidable opponent, after the dust settled, he had vanished without a trace, leaving behind only the thick scent of blood and a faint mist of blood-red fog hovering overhead.
