"No matter who you are, don't think about taking away my power!"
Xuanwu fell to his knees, his face twisted into a fierce expression.
His wide black robe had been torn to shreds,
and the bulging green tendons on his exposed skin.
He appeared to be struggling against some invisible force.
It wasn't until now,
after the deep blue patterns covering his body had faded,
that Xuanwu's true appearance was revealed.
He looked like an ordinary middle-aged man.
Aside from his somewhat imposing size, there was nothing remarkable about him.
The ground beneath him was collapsing inch by inch, unable to withstand the torrent of great strength.
Suddenly,
"No... NO!"
Thump!
Xuanwu fell to the ground again, convulsing on the ground.
He stretched his sinewy, muscular arm forward, as if trying to grasp something.
But in the end,
Xuanwu couldn't achieve his goal.
His fierce expression gradually turned to despair.
Finally,
only infinite hatred and anger remained.
"Whoever you are!"
