BOOM—!!!
A deafening explosion rocked the landscape, shaking the surrounding mountains and forests. Leaves scattered through the air as pebbles and debris tumbled down.
A column of smoke and dust shot into the sky, rising like a mushroom cloud.
A figure burst from the massive crater, his clothes in tatters. He staggered, cutting a wretched figure.
It was Zhang Tianyu, his hair a mess and his face covered in blood and grime.
From a distance, Princess Zhaohua, Wang Yiyi, and the others swept the area with their Divine Sense. They saw that Zhang Tianyu, who had just been so imposing and imperious, now had an aura that was plummeting like a river bursting its dam. It had fallen by several degrees, and he was clearly no longer at his peak!
This wasn't an ordinary injury, but a sign that his very foundation was collapsing!
