However, in the midst of that clash, something unexpected happened.
Cracks began to form along Fan Qing's staff.
At first they were faint, but in the next moment they spread rapidly across its entire surface.
"Impossible!"
Fan Qing shouted in disbelief. But it was already too late.
The cracks expanded uncontrollably until the staff could no longer endure the pressure.
It shattered completely.
Fragments of the weapon exploded outward, and the force of the collision sent Fan Qing flying backward.
Bang!
His body slammed violently into the stone wall, carving out a deep indentation as he crashed into it.
"Is he dead?"
Li Yun murmured as he walked toward Fan Qing, his gaze steady and cautious.
However, before he could take more than a few steps, Fan Qing's body suddenly surged forward once again, wrapped in crackling blue lightning as he launched himself back into the fight.
Li Yun's expression did not change.
He simply raised his sword and slashed forward.
