Bab 402: The Fall of Zhang Yiming

The intense light from the final clash began to fade, revealing the battlefield in a strange, eerie stillness. Dust and smoke drifted through the air, and the scorched earth bore deep scars from the fierce struggle that had just concluded. Silence blanketed the area, a stark contrast to the violent cacophony of moments before.

Slowly, the outline of a lone figure became visible through the haze, standing amid the ruins. It was Li Chen, barely upright, his body swaying as he struggled to remain conscious. He had given everything in that last attack, pouring every bit of strength into his final strike, and now he could feel his body failing him. His vision blurred, his breathing shallow, yet he remained standing, his gaze fixed forward.