At the scene of the battle.
Baiguang's eyes narrowed slightly. He stood his ground, his gaze fixed on the object in the hands of the figure standing on the high ground of the Gobi.
That's right, that was Yuan Luàn's body.
As a member of the Seven Mo Luo, he knew full well what Yuan Luàn's weakness was: his brain.
Or rather, before one broke the second shackle, the brain was a weakness for nearly all living things—a mysterious domain that various Magnetic Field Abilities could scarcely penetrate.
Judging by the extent of the damage to Yuan Luàn's head, his brain must have been completely obliterated. Although the Rebellion cells on his body were still writhing, they could no longer restore him to his original state.
'It was too fast.'
'It had all happened far too quickly.'
He never imagined that Yuan Luàn, who was known for his Physical Strength and Recovery Ability, would be defeated so quickly and so miserably.
'How could he possess such terrifying strength?! A human?!'
