After the ashes settled, Chu Mo stood tall in his original spot.
His face remained indifferent and tranquil.
On the other hand, the burly middle-aged man appeared as though he had just been baptised by death.
Blood smeared his lips and his body was riddled with wounds, a truly pitiable sight.
Had he not reacted quickly at the crucial moment, summoning his strongest shield, he would probably not have even left a corpse behind.
At this time, all the onlookers were trembling, their lips quivering.
This was way too freaking insane!
Even such a formidable figure nearly got blasted to death!
Ptooey...
Ptooey...
Ptooey...
The burly middle-aged man spat out three mouthfuls of dark blood, his complexion as white as death.
At this stage, he was severely injured, let alone continuing to fight; it was uncertain whether he could even survive.
Now he was no longer in a position to protect Zhou Nan; he could hardly even save himself.
