At the center of the battlefield.
Swoosh!
An alloy dagger pierced through the air, only to be clamped by a pair of hands as large as grinding stones. The two clashed mid-air, emitting a low, ear-piercing friction sound. The edge of the palm seemed to generate golden sparks.
Zing! Zing!
A purple and a red streak of light flashed across the retinas of Casio and others as the ghostly silhouette of Garoro forcefully broke through the encirclement.
Having been hit in the back by Feng Liusi's palm, he stumbled and escaped, leaving behind a trail of blood, alarmingly red.
"I'm going after him!!! Casio, you take care of Sheng Feinan!"
With eyes filled with bloodshot veins, Feng Liusi abruptly turned his head and then leaped forward with both hands spread out, like a predator soaring in the high sky.
"Cough Cough!"
