Everything in sight was collapsing. Fractured concrete and gravel cascaded like waterfalls, while the ground beneath their feet tilted from flat to slanted. Cracks and cavities spread wildly. The unsteady view trembled and swayed, forcing the few survivors to desperately seek their next foothold.
Amid the rising smoke, a dazzling light flickered, transforming from an intense brightness to a sinister crimson.
"What the…?"
Song Yutang squinted, scrutinizing the opponent's movements. She saw the tattooed-faced, muscular man covered in strange patterns that pulsed with each breath. Every line appeared to flow like real blood, glimmering with an eerie radiance even the smoke couldn't entirely obscure.
"These patterns look familiar… Oh, right, this is what Limp Seventh Brother's feet emitted when he resisted Mr. Cen's attack. So it must be some array? But the color is off…"
Jiang Yunmei's muttered analysis trickled into her ear.
