Xin Chencang's eyes were shut. Though severely injured and unconscious, he remained standing—defeated, but not fallen. His formidable frame was still erect.
Silva retreated two steps. A wave of anger washed over him as he stared at the unyielding figure of Xin Chencang.
'Why put up such a futile struggle? Why won't you just fall down?!'
'Fine. If he hasn't conceded and won't fall, then this fight isn't over!'
A vicious glint flashed in Silva's eyes. The Celestial Demon Illusion materialized behind him once more, its two great hammers menacing and terrifying.
With a push of his foot, he charged toward the motionless Xin Chencang.
"Enough!"
Just then, a voice like rolling thunder suddenly boomed in his mind. An immense pressure immediately pinned his body in place, making him feel like an insect trapped in amber, unable to move a muscle.
ROAR!
