"Ahh!" Mo Wutian felt a powerful, unseen force radiating from the axe and coursing through his arm, sending waves of searing pain.
Looking down, he saw his skin had split open.
To make matters worse, a new surge of energy was tearing through his body, causing even more intense agony.
Yet, as a warrior of the demon race, Mo Wutian had survived countless ordeals. This surge of pain wasn't enough to rob him of his fighting spirit.
Whoosh!
He lifted the massive axe again, launching a swift slash at Jiang Chen.
"Stop resisting. I'll make it quick," Jiang Chen said, his expression calm as he wielded the Purple Sun Thousand-Mile Sword, easily countering Mo Wutian's attack.
Mo Wutian fell silent, pouring every ounce of strength into a desperate attempt to escape through a fissure on the ocean floor.
Yet that short distance felt like an unreachable horizon—impossible to cross, no matter how hard he tried.
