But he remained standing, straight as an arrow. He didn't bend at the waist, and he certainly wouldn't kneel.
Both sides held their ground, continually clashing. Deafening explosions, accompanied by sonic booms, echoed through the mountains. Everything within a hundred-mile radius paled in comparison to the dazzling light emanating from Lin Tang and the four Immortal Swords, turning into a darkened blur.
Gu Zicheng groveled on the ground. Shaken by a mere trace of the aftershock, he felt as if his body was being subjected to death by a thousand cuts. He could only exhale, unable to draw a breath. Yan Luoyang was like duckweed in the water, tossed about by the gales created by the shockwaves, completely without control.
Mu Fan had the foresight to hide far away, but even so, he was paralyzed. Like a duck, he stretched his neck out, his mouth agape and wide enough to fit a large goose egg.
