Meng Nian didn't even glance at him. His gaze remained locked on the battlefield, knuckles white where they gripped Wei Sheng's cooling body.
"No. Because if I let myself feel what I'm watching, I'll scream." Ruihuang muttered, it was already hard to watch, only God knew how Qingran must be feeling.
The sky had lost all stability now. Tartarus' Eye pulsed with unreadable power, its gaze never leaving Qingran as the battlefield crumbled around her.
Chunks of floating land split apart like glass under pressure, spinning out into the void with each blow she and Boran exchanged.
Another shockwave burst through the air as Boran's palm met her flame-sheathed punch in a head-on clash the resulting blast sent both combatants flying backward, rolling through the debris-strewn terrain.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
The sound was loud enough to make one's ear bleed.
Boran was the first to recover, crouching low, hands dragging along the scorched stone as he snarled.
