章 643: By the Skin of His Teeth

The body of the Golden Peak Mountain sect's patriarch was in pieces. His broken limbs barely hanging by the most obstinate bounds of muscle, while the deep gashes that covered his skin leaked copious amounts of blackened blood and foreign immortal essences. The complete lack of strength had left his mouth agape, and his eyes devoid of focus.

All he could distinguish from that which lay in front of him, was the gradual disappearance of the elemental nebula, as well as the presence of a familiar silhouette.

Within the now broken core of the elemental formation, Roley stood still. On his left shoulder the cold and heavy feeling of his companion's gauntlet had awakened him from the rage which had fueled the recent onslaught. 

"Wait, stop." Der's words were barely more than a whisper, and yet they resounded cleanly, for the hell Roley had unleashed, other than lacking the solidity of space and the flow of time, also lacked the essence of sound.