Two figures, riddled with scars.
The brushes transformed by their mutual slaughter not only turned this burial ground of blood into a chaotic mess but also left indelible markings, scars, and pain on each other...
And even, death.
Xie Tian, breathing heavily, with bright spots of blood foaming from his mouth and nose between his hurried breaths.
This is one of the differences between Xie Tian and Luo Tang.
The other difference is their gaze.
Luo Tang's breathing was very steady, so long that it was hard to detect.
Yet his eyes, shocked to disbelief, were gradually approaching lifelessness.
Whereas Xie Tian's eyes, apart from being brilliant, were dazzling and bright enough to kill.
"Who, are, you..."
As Luo Tang spoke, blood began to gush from his entire body, bleeding from his bones, the unique domineering aura of the fearsome Star Rakshasa quickly dropped from its peak, and his proud spine seemed unable to support his arrogance anymore...
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
...
