On the long street, the cold rain and terrifying airwaves shattered the slabs of the street in large areas, sending countless pieces of stones and overturned tiles whistling through the wind and rain.
Many cracks appeared on the hard, towering stone walls. In the whistling wind and rain and the chaotic battle, Liu Xifan flew backward and landed heavily on the ground, smashing a few thick slabs, already bleeding profusely.
Rain transforming into ice shattered, lifting up blossoms of ice flowers, thrown by invisible power, scattering into the dim rain mist as the street collapsed and exploded.
On the long street, it seemed to suddenly quiet down,
"Pfft"
Liu Xifan spat out a mouthful of blood, his entire being spiritless and listless, wrinkles instantly creasing his face, his hair disheveled, trying to stand or crawl but unable to get up.
The wind and rain whistled,
Gu Zhan lifted his saber and charged to kill.
