*Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!*
*Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!*
Three figures tore rapidly through the streets of Luoyang. Having been caught too close to the Great Grandmaster’s self-detonation, they looked utterly wretched. Not a patch of skin on them was intact; one was missing an arm, another a leg, and the third clutched his stomach, his hands slick with flowing blood—evidently a severe abdominal wound.
Three Great Grandmasters, hunted down to such a state. Yet, miraculously, despite their grave injuries, they had managed to hold onto their lives.
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