In the midst of the battlefield, Sikong Xuan's body was nailed to the ground like a spike, not even his clothes billowing in the slightest.
Compared to the ferocious enormity of the beast, Baili An seemed extremely weak, as if he couldn't make a difference. Their bodies collided with intense force, and the dreadful shockwaves made the ground's surface look as if it had been scraped by a blade, revealing the outline of the foundation stones that had been buried for a thousand years underneath Mo City.
The heavy shield in Baili An's hand shattered on impact, and Sikong Xuan arched an eyebrow upon seeing the young man stagger, taking only half a step back, but that was all.
Amidst the scattered fragments of the heavy shield, a black Ancient Sword tore through the great force of the Wilderness beast's charge. Baili An, with his sword in hand, leaned to the side and used half of his shoulder to collide with the beast's horns.
