The battlefield fell into absolute silence. Chu Feng stood in its midst like a warrior refined from immortal divine metal, overflowing with a divine radiance.
The once-powerful Chilin laid on the distant ground. He was twitching ever so slightly and was completely covered in bloody wounds as dragon blood dripped out of the fist-sized hole that penetrated his chest.
Everyone was stunned, be it those from the East or the West. The so-called peerless Chilin had actually been defeated with grievous wounds.
The warriors from the Western camp were just making fun of Chu Feng not long ago. They had thought that this would be an anticlimactic and one-sided battle, with Chilin easily slaughtering Chu Feng—a unilateral beat down!
But, all the spectators were petrified when the two became tangled in an intense melee. They felt a chill ran down to their spine and didn’t recover for quite some time.
Chilin had encountered a great defeat and his blood painted the battlefield!
