The silver mask on his face had long since shattered more than half.
Half his face, twisted and deformed by agony and disbelief, was exposed, blood spurting madly from his mouth.
Boom!!!
Lin Boyue's body crashed down onto the already devastated arena like a falling meteor.
Smashing out yet another deep pit several meters in diameter.
Smoke and dust and shattered stone mixed with bloody froth and blasted into the sky.
And the instant he hit the ground, another figure was already on him like a shadow, tearing through the turbulent air that had yet to settle, descending with a mountain-heavy sense of oppression.
Shi Hao!
He landed steadily on the edge of the pit, his dark gray metal mask completely intact, his breathing not even the slightest bit disturbed.
