Bang!
Zhang Yuan flew backward like a kite with a broken string, landing more than a dozen steps away.
At this moment, he was immensely battered.
The Dragon Carp Armor he wore had long lost its luster, with many scales shattered and peeled off, or riddled with cracks.
Anyone could see that this Profound Armor was nearly destroyed.
And where the armor was broken, bloodied flesh was exposed, covered in burn marks.
Zhang Yuan could barely hold the Taowu Saber.
His arms trembled involuntarily, large beads of sweat seeped from his forehead, and his breathing became heavy and short. His originally dark eyes were bloodshot, with a hint of ferocity.
And right opposite Zhang Yuan, a War General Statue had already crumbled to the ground, another was kneeling with an ax in hand, and yet another was staggering toward him, wielding a heavy Copper Hammer.
The fierce battle between both sides had lasted for a whole half-hour.
