The rolling black clouds gradually dispersed.
The human world returned to tranquility!
Li Chen was covered in blood, his face as pale as frost.
Kneeling with a sword in the void, he resembled a floating duckweed, as if any gust of wind and storm could annihilate him.
It was evident that the previous sword strike had exhausted all his True Yuan, leaving him in a state of near-collapse.
Amidst the thunderstorm, Kongg Tongzi swept aside the rolling black clouds and slowly stepped out.
Though he appeared disheveled, his clothes remained intact, without any scars on his body.
Noticing that Li Chen had reached the end of his strength, powerless to fight, Kongg Tongzi felt smug.
"Li Chen, why don't you surrender now and avoid further delay?"
Li Chen did not answer, holding the sword with one hand, he slowly stood up.
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, glanced at Kongg Tongzi, and let out a mournful, cold laugh.
