A moment later, all commotion on the battlefield had subsided.
Teng Xiangqing stood dumbfounded, the residual Lightning Strength on his body arcing with sparks, like a leaky electrical circuit. He saw a figure calmly walking towards him through a series of human-shaped holes blown directly in front of him. The figure was over two meters tall, with reddish skin and muscles twisted tight like steel cords. A terrifying sense of oppression washed over him. It was like an active volcano, on the verge of erupting, moving towards him. Teng Xiangqing felt as if he were about to suffocate.
THUD—
The man walked into the room through the holes and casually dropped what he had been holding onto the floor.
