Qingyi's eyes widened as he felt Lucien's sword tear through his insides, blood rising to his throat.
He could only cover his body with black scales, pushing Lucien away and trying to control the trajectory of his attack.
Unfortunately, he failed. Xuetian's blood spear struck his chest covered by black scales, while his own attack struck the ground between them.
Immediately, everything fell silent.
The explosion spread toward the ground, which immediately collapsed. As if there were an abyss of eternal darkness beneath them, they sank.
Qingyi's eyes were half-closed, barely able to see as Xuetian threw himself toward Lucien.
The black scales had held, but his body had still suffered considerable internal injuries.
The demonic cultist, despite not receiving a direct hit, had still been hit by most of the explosion and was seriously injured.
