"How is that possible!?"
"What are the origins of those two?"
"Even the Death Sleep core cannot decide the battle in one fell swoop!?"
A flicker of horror crossed the golden-robed bishop's eyes, faintly mixed with a hint of fear towards the unknown. His recently inflated and wildly-growing arrogance was like a balloon—suddenly pricked and shriveled in an instant.
"Crack crack crack crack..."
Suddenly, from Bai Xiao's side, the pressing Sound Wave Giant Palm above his head started showing cracks inch by inch, wider and longer. Finally, with a loud bang, it shattered on the spot into a dense spray like petals scattered by a celestial maiden.
Translucent fragments fall to the ground, creating small pits with each exploding sound wave.
Among the countless shards of rain.
Bai Xiao's giant figure shot out of the pit like a cannonball.
