After the cataclysmic energy impact dissipated, Hongjun and Lin Feng lay amidst the ruins, breathing their last yet struggling to hold on. The Daoist robe on Hongjun was tattered beyond recognition, and bloody gashes covered his somewhat pale skin, each wound seeming to recount the sheer brutality of the harrowing battle that had just transpired. Lin Feng was in no better shape; his once glossy black hair hung in disarray over his shoulders, mixed with streaks of blood and grime. His black robe was riddled with countless holes, and the glow of his Anti-World Power had grown extremely faint, on the verge of extinction.
"Cough, cough..." Lin Feng coughed up a mouthful of blood with great difficulty, his eyes still locked onto Hongjun with an intensity burning with relentless resentment. "Hongjun, don't get ahead of yourself. This isn't over yet!"
Hongjun slowly stood up, his figure swaying slightly. He raised a hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, his expression solemn yet tinged with steadfast resolve. "Lin Feng, your obsession runs too deep. Today's battle has already left the Primordial World scarred and desolate. Stop now, and persist no longer in this delusion."
Chapter 224