The earth-shattering tremors finally subsided, and the world was shrouded in dust, forming cloud-like patterns with the black and red mist.
Suddenly, countless rays of light emerged from the center, like crashing waves against the shore, pushing the dust in all directions.
General Wei's low roar echoed from the dissipating dust.
Xu Guang looked at the dispirited General Wei, his left side filled with gruesome wounds, imbued with a gold attribute.
He had an unpleasant expression, glanced at General Wei's wounds, then at Shi Moyun's corpse a hundred meters away.
What on earth is this thing?
This sort of monstrous person who had roamed Zouchuan Dao for over ten years, still being hunted by numerous major sects, had unimaginable means.
A desperate struggle, such a person, their final counterattack before death, was always terrifying.
Xu Guang did not have enough confidence, so after confirming Shi Moyun's demise, he never got close to the person.
