His real body emerged from his own shadow, yet it was still besieged by the Thunder Snake and the Spatial Gang Wind.
"Clang, clang, clang..." Only the continuous crisp sound of ruyi gold echoed as sparks flew everywhere.
Leonard Churchill fiercely kicked his legs, retreating a hundred meters, escaping from the battle zone that was twisted into a vortex by the thunder and Spatial Gang Wind.
The white-robed woman and the brawny man with thunder across from him also let out a soft gasp when they saw that their target had not died.
Their gaze fell on Leonard Churchill, who was holding a great sword, panting heavily mid-air.
Although he hadn't died, terrifying wounds covered his body, through which one could even see his organs sliced apart and, through the cracked skull, the pulsing crimson brain. Blood rained down like a shower, presenting a terrifying scene akin to a slow execution.
Fortunately, he didn't die on the spot.
