For several moments after the collision, nobody could see anything.
The entire battlefield had been swallowed by dust, rubble, and violent Qi fluctuations.
The remnants of the Fate Severing Slash continued tearing through the air.
The ground remained cracked and shattered.
Everyone stared toward the center of the explosion.
"Did Bai Zihan's attack hit him?"
"Has that arrogant guy died?"
Then a figure slowly emerged from the dust cloud.
Cough! Cough!
Long Haotian was in an extremely miserable state.
The Heaven Grade shield he had used to block the attack was completely destroyed.
The defensive armor beneath his robes had also suffered severe damage.
Deep cracks covered its surface.
Fresh blood stained his chest.
Although the slash had not penetrated deeply, the wound was enough to make anyone understand how close he had come to death.
Long Haotian lowered his head.
His gaze remained fixed on the blood.
His body trembled slightly.
Not from pain but from fear.
