Speaking,
Mu Xingchen tightly clenched his fist, took a step forward, and said solemnly with his back turned:
"Third Young Master, what I can do for you now is only to use my life to hold Mu Nuo for a breath's time, the remaining things..."
Amidst the ramblings of the middle-aged man beside him, Xu Yuan sighed softly, threads of Dao Charm converging in his blood-red eyes. The moment his right eye turned completely black, focusing on Mu Nuo's form...
"Buzz——————"
Accompanied by a furious roar, time within the Prefecture City seemed to freeze.
A gaping hole appeared in Mu Nuo's chest without any warning.
The black light gathered in his hand began to lose control due to this sudden grievous injury.
The aura emitted by the uncontrolled black mass almost instantly engulfed Mu Nuo's form.
Then,
Collapse began.
Airwaves spread, light converged.
A sphere of light resembling an extreme point appeared over the Prefecture City.
A pitch-black background, a pure white halo,
