The black wave dispersed. Only an explosive sound was heard. Brandon was blasted back like a cannonball. Meanwhile, Joshua was just standing on the spot, pressing on two huge wounds right by his waist with his hands as blood was spilling like a fountain.
Because both of them were heavily wounded, the battlefield instantly descended into silence.
"Cough."
Upon letting out a cough and spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood, Brandon attempted to stand back up on his feet. Currently, he was in the middle of a puddle of icy water. Water mixed with dirt, mud, and blood were all over the body of the golden-haired swordsman. He looked like he was cornered tightly for good.
