Except for Shen Wushuang, no one cared about the blood-patterned golden seam, or the black vortex spanning millions of miles.
The trembling skeletal hand struck out by Xie Tian, who struggled to climb to his feet, deeply shook them from an angle they couldn't resist.
It seemed that only in such moments when Xie Tian was at a severe disadvantage did they truly realize that Xie Tian reached unthinkable heights not through talent, comprehension, intellect, or combat intelligence...
But through an unwavering pursuit beyond life and death.
Thus, when Shen Wushuang tried to escape Xie Tian but was again held down by Xie Tian's skeletal hand, the moistness in everyone's eyes instantly transformed into an uncontrollable trembling sob.
There was only one sob, which they suppressed.
However, the emotions stirred by this transcended factions, enemies and allies, grievances, leaving them profoundly awed by Xie Tian.
"He, still wants to fight..."
