Gradually, the injuries on both men grew more severe. After another massive strike, Zhao Jiayin finally reached his physical limit. Yet, his opponent showed no sign of falling. The attacks they landed on him were not only ineffective, they seemed to make him even stronger. The man appeared to be tireless and immortal, like a machine programmed only to kill.
Under another wave of assaults from Yuan, Zhao Jiayin’s throat was slashed open. Blood sprayed everywhere. He clutched his neck, gasping as blood flooded his trachea, the suffocating grip of despair descending upon him.
Xun Tian’s expression changed drastically. His magical artifact emitted a sharp, dissonant sound, and the monsters that had crawled from the magma transformed into swirling plumes of black smoke, lunging toward Yuan.
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