Right there, amongst the ash, a beaten up, burnt man in his late thirties, with dark brown hair and gray eyes, was sprawled over. The bottom of his marital artist uniform held on fine but the upper part got devastated, hanging on his left shoulder by a threat.
But his attire wasn't the part that suffered the most.
The fallen man's right hand, shoulder, and a big part of his right side were gone, pulverized by the ridiculous heat that not simply burnt it, but straight up crystalized the tissue, stopping all possible bleeding from occurring.
"Clint... didn't you say that the Blood Star sect has only one Supernova level marital artist... and that she has reached the supernova level in the law of Taurus...? Does this look like it was caused by earth element...? GUH...!"
The wounded man called Bevan groaned, gulping down his saliva with great difficulty and trying to get up but merely tumbling over, not used to having one less limb.
