A long time passed.
Luo Xiu was bent over, his arms hanging limply at his sides. With bare feet, he staggered forward across the scorching earth. Each step was exceptionally difficult.
After his final attack, the entire Silent Sea Forest had been reduced to a scorched wasteland, an apocalyptic scene.
Several tens of meters ahead, Zhang Qiming lay silently on the ground. His body was almost completely charred, with only blackened, smoking stumps of bone remaining where his hands and feet used to be.
But he was not dead.
The powerful Spirit Martial Markings were absorbing the vital energy from the heavens and earth, slowly repairing his body. Fortunately, Luo Xiu had been careful enough to muster his last bit of strength to come and check on him.
In the silence, Zhang Qiming opened his charred lips. "Kid... you've won," he rasped, his voice weak and indistinct.
