He had just stepped out when a figure, wildly violent beyond imagination, came toward him, a road paved with severed limbs and blood in its wake.
"Take the hammer!"
In the midst of a cold and stern shout,
a war hammer as large as a millstone danced before his eyes.
Piercing roars echoed in the ears of the man in silver armor.
It was the sound of air being blasted apart.
The great saber in his hand could only be slightly raised before the hammer struck.
Bang! Crack!
The great saber, gripped with both hands by the man in silver armor, caved in the middle instantaneously, and his arms twisted into irregular shapes.
Liang Hui, whose form had merged with that of the man in silver armor, keenly felt the impact as if a mountain range had crashed into him.
His Inner Strength and Qi-Blood surged with full force, but were pierced through directly, and intense pain continued to transmit from his arms.
