The spiritual dust was slowly settling over the battlefield, but the silence that followed the impact of the light beam was anything but soothing.
BaiShe painfully straightened up in the middle of a pile of shattered basalt, his black tunic now nothing more than a heap of rags revealing jade skin marked by burns. He adjusted his sage monocle, while his Omega Heart was pounding wildly to stabilize the flows of Khao and Qi that threatened to tear his meridians apart.
A few dozen meters away from him, Long Huang, the Black Flame Dragoness, was emerging from a crevice.
However, they did not have time to catch their breath. The last survivor of the first three Demigods stood upright at the top of a rocky ridge.
"He is still alive!?"
His face was disfigured by fanatical hatred. In a gesture of pure desperation, he plunged his hands directly into his own abdomen, shattering his Dantian to release a scarlet shockwave.
