Bai Lei's fingers tightened around Thunder Kylin's hilt, the purple electricity crackling along the massive blade. His towering frame shifted into an aggressive stance, muscles coiled like a predator ready to strike. The air around him resonated with static charge.
The greatsword moved with impossible speed for its size. Bai Lei's strike targeted Tian Bao's neck with surgical precision, the blade singing through the air. Despite the weapon's bulk, Bai Lei wielded it as if it weighed nothing.
Tian Bao's body bent backward, his spine arching at an unnatural angle. But he wasn't quite fast enough - Thunder Kylin's razor edge caught him across the throat. Blood sprayed in an arc, painting the ground crimson.
A normal warrior would have collapsed, their life draining away. Yet Tian Bao's body straightened as if the wound meant nothing. Dark energy pulsed around the gash, and his movements remained fluid and controlled.
