"Damn... he was a tough one..."
Xia Hanshi gasped for breath, his clothes in tatters, revealing the form-fitting armor beneath. He held a thin, golden hammer, only a meter long, its prismatic head emitting an amber halo.
The ground was a total wreck, either scorched black or still burning, and riddled with craters. Fortunately, this area was near the edge of the outer city and quite desolate.
In the distance, Yuan Chenyang was pale and swaying on his feet. Zhang Hongbo had collapsed on the ground. Yang Yan was covered in blood, and Gu Bing lay on their back, gasping for air.
In the center of the battlefield, the Black Tuo Statue remained perfectly intact, its black pupil staring out from the top of its head.
The Priest's body, however, was in pieces. His head had rolled to the side, his eyes twitching faintly.
"A pity. We were so close." Xia Hanshi landed beside the head, his voice hoarse. "It's all thanks to that... person with a heart full of justice!"
