SWISH!!
Amidst a flurry of Gang Blades, a figure leaped from the wreckage of the ship. His chest was caved in, and he was bleeding from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth. His face was a ferocious mask of pain, yet his body paradoxically brimmed with vitality.
East Mountain Good Horses!
This was the Neon expert whom Zhao Xuanqi, using the special Purple Fire Bomb provided by the Three Elders, had focused all his power on injuring at the very start of the battle. And now, he had actually recovered his ability to fight!
In that instant, it was as if everything had returned to square one. All of Zhao Xuanqi's efforts seemed to have been for nothing!
Atop the Holy Ring Bell Tower, the consuls of the Five Nations, who were watching the scene through their spyglasses, couldn't help but let out a collective gasp.
