The intense battle caused the trash mountain to almost be blown away.
Countless damaged garbage and debris soared high into the sky, turned into fragments by the violent airwaves before they could fall.
Wang Yunxiao crashed headfirst into a solid concrete wall, leaving a humanoid crater more than five meters in diameter behind him.
However, in exchange, in that brief moment when they brushed past each other, he also severed a Defender's arm.
The Heavenly Armor had long been scrapped, tossed aside by him; the burn marks left by the light sword on his chest rapidly recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Wang Yunxiao looked up at the trash discharge pipeline directly above him; the machine that looked like a boiler had also been dismantled into pieces during the recent battle.
Even a few strands of sunlight could be seen trickling down from above.
