These weren't cuts from a blade, but carbonized patterns from intense heat. Dark red cracks spiderwebbed across his skin as fiery energy poured down his windpipe and into his lungs, forcing him to cough up mercury-like blood laced with sparks.
Before the beads of blood could even hit the ground, they were vaporized into a silver mist by the heat radiating from the mace's body, creating an eerie halo in the moonlight.
Xu Yunfan's muscles bulged in the heatwave, his steps crushing the earth and stone beneath his feet.
The Gilded Mace rode his momentum in a horizontal sweep, smashing into Chen Tiangang's blocking right elbow. A sharp crack, like shattering porcelain, echoed from his Refined Steel and Iron Bone frame. The break actually melted into a translucent, orange-red gel that dripped down like molten glass candy.
