The battle in front of Baiyun city was still raging on, leaving destruction in its wake. Elder Hua, though covered in blood and bearing many deep injuries, stood with unwavering determination. Her gaze was firm, filled with pride.
Opposite her, a few meters away, stood the black man, his condition far worse than Elder Hua's.
His left arm was twisted at an impossible angle, blood continuously gushing from his mouth.
Deep scars marked his face, running from his left ear down to his jaw.
Despite the agony, his breathing was labored but unyielding, a testament to the formidable resilience within him.
The two glared at each other, a silent understanding passing between them.
Their surroundings lay in total ruin, with cracks and craters marring the once-lush greenery and transforming the peaceful forest into a landscape of destruction.
