"Die!"
"Help me!"
...
The battle had begun; chaos descended upon Tianluo Market.
The once-bustling streets were now ravaged, stalls shattered, and goods scattered everywhere.
Disciples from both sides battled fiercely, magic lights weaving through the air, with cries and screams echoing incessantly.
At the center of the melee, the duel between Yu Zoran and Miao Jun drew everyone's attention.
"Shake!"
Yu Zoran, clad in a black robe, with a cold demeanor, exuded a powerful aura.
With a light shout and a pinch of his hands forming a magic technique, sharp spells shot toward Miao Jun like lightning.
Although Miao Jun had the aid of two formidable third-rank lower-grade puppets, he was clearly at a disadvantage against such a powerful opponent as Yu Zoran.
Boom!
Another clash followed.
The powerful impact hit like a raging wave, causing Miao Jun to stagger involuntarily, blood slowly oozing from the corner of his mouth to stain his clothing red.
