As the light of destruction dissipated, the scene was unveiled. Tong Ling held up the Blood Holy Sword with both hands, straining against it, while the holy sword in Lu Hong's right hand had already pierced through his chest.
"It's quite a pity," Lu Hong forced a smile with difficulty. The two hadn't only withstood the power of the singularity explosion but had also fought fiercely within it.
"I didn't expect the Human Race to have a young powerhouse like you," Tong Ling said with a look of acknowledgment in his eyes, "This time, my victory is unearned. I shall seek guidance from you again in the future."
"You should do so sooner rather than later, or you might not be able to catch up with me," Lu Hong said, seemingly having the upper hand in the situation. However, the power of the singularity's explosion had cost Lu Hong half his life, and his self-sacrificial blow had further damaged him. Only his unyielding spirit enabled him to continue speaking with Tong Ling.
