In an instant, a flash of fear flickered in Chen Pingchuan's eyes as he sensed the increasingly intense aura of destruction emanating from Yang Jian.
"What do you want to do?"
Yang Jian did not respond, his gaze filled with resolve. He no longer hesitated, mobilizing all the remaining energy within him and gathering it frantically at a single point. At that moment, his body shone brilliantly, the light faintly overshadowing the terrifying torrent of energy that had erupted before.
"He couldn't possibly intend to self-detonate, could he?" Liu Yaowu's eyes widened. He covered his mouth in horror, his face a mask of disbelief.
"You and your big mouth!" Wei Hao's expression turned grave, his voice carrying a trace of awe.
Yang Jian's body trembled violently. Cracks spiderwebbed across his armor as black liquid seeped out from the fissures, yet his gaze remained unwaveringly firm.
