The eldest guardian slowly looked down. His lips were stained with blood.
A thick iron rod had pierced straight through his chest — Feng Dao gripping one end tightly. The other end had burst out from his back, slick with crimson.
He could feel it. The cold metal embedded deep within him.
"Blarrghhh!"
Another mouthful of blood gushed from his lips as his body trembled violently. His strength gave out, and he collapsed to his knees. The massive double-bladed axe slipped from his grasp and struck the ground with a heavy thud.
"Serves you right, you scum," Feng Dao said coldly, a flicker of satisfaction crossing his face.
But that satisfaction lasted only a heartbeat.
Boom!
An explosive wave of spiritual energy slammed into Feng Dao's shoulder.
Whoosh!
He was blasted away, tumbling through the air before crashing several meters back.
