Feeling the continuous stabbing pain in his left arm, Babek frowned deeply, raising his head to gaze at the figure on the distant city wall. The sun was setting in the west, positioned right behind Su Heng's head. It looked just like the "halo" symbolizing the Buddha's supreme mana in temple murals.
With Su Heng's arrival, the originally chaotic battlefield suddenly quieted down.
The roaring of the blazing fire, the screams of mortals falling injured to the ground, and the thunderous noise of collapsing buildings... all the sounds one could hear were peeling away; every image was fading to dullness. Under the blood-red sunset, it felt as if only Su Heng and Babek were left in the entire world.
With a fierce shake of his hand, Babek's left arm regenerated and healed as it exploded with black fire amidst a "bang."
Crack!
He took a step forward, and the ground beneath cratered and fractured.
