Boom!
A deafening roar echoed in the sky.
It seemed as if heaven and earth were collapsing.
Even the firmament twisted violently, creating a strong sense of oppression.
Upon witnessing this scene,
Li Zheng and the others within the formation turned pale, astonishment evident in their eyes.
They knew.
Xu Wendong had already died at Wang Chen's hands; the power of that strike was terrifying, giving a suffocating illusion.
"He shouldn't die, right?" Bai Zhi's face was bloodless.
"I thought you were a master, but I didn't expect your strength to be so weak!" Wang Chen floated in the air, his tone revealing a trace of inexplicable disappointment.
Without warning, a disdainful voice came from the quiet sky: "Don't you know the axiom of smoke without injury?"
"He didn't die?"
Upon hearing Xu Wendong's voice, disbelief appeared in everyone's eyes, and they instinctively looked at the sky. As the dust was blown away by the wind, a tall figure proudly appeared in their view.
