"This is getting interesting."
Lafa looked up at the sky and smiled slightly.
Hiss!
His crimson robe and flesh were completely shredded, revealing a set of bone armor that could be called perfect.
Fiercely intimidating, pure white, and shimmering under the blood-red sunset.
Paired with his billowing long red hair, he resembled a statue of art.
Lafa's hands ignited with Moonshine Fire, not dodging or avoiding, and instead he flipped his hands upwards toward the sky.
Clang!
Chen Lun brought down the Deathburn Sword heavily, and the broad greatsword was parried by a pair of strong bony hands coming together.
Time seemed to stop for an instant, and then a vast shockwave diffused in all directions.
Boom!
The ground cracked and spread like a spiderweb, followed by stones and dust scattering everywhere.
Black-purple flames, purplish-red flames, the swirling ripples of air, intertwined and entangled.
The high-temperature flames submerged two pale figures.
