BANG!
A thunderous explosion echoed across the battlefield as the two high-level Mortal Generals collided with earth-shattering force.
The impact sent shockwaves rippling through the air, forcing even the most seasoned cultivators to steady themselves.
Xiong Yan, his muscles taut and veins bulging, was blasted three steps backward, his boots carving deep grooves into the rocky ground.
Yu Jingtian, on the other hand, was hurled ten times farther, his body skidding across the dirt.
Yet, despite the distance, his face glowed with an almost unnatural vitality, his lips curling into a cold, mocking smile.
"I'm delighted, Xiong Yan," Yu Jingtian called out, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "But let's not stop here. Come, give me more!"
His words were a challenge, a taunt meant to provoke.
Xiong Yan snorted, his nostrils flaring as he tightened his grip on his weapon. His combat intent surged, a substantial force that made the air around him shimmer with heat.
