Smoke and dust filled the air above the plain. 

The blast tore a deep ditch into the ground, and at the end of the ditch, the ground’s surface had cracked and showed signs of collapsing. 

Countless eyes gathered on the deep ditch, all wide with shock. After all, it was extremely rare to see Zhao Mushen in such a miserable state. 

But Zhou Yuan, who was standing in the void, didn’t show a hint of joy because of this. His eyes under the silver armor were staring coldly at the collapsed ground. Although his attack had been fierce, it would be underestimating Zhao Mushen, the king of the Divine Dwelling stage, to think he could be gotten rid of so easily. 

Bang!

At the end of the ditch, the ground suddenly broke apart as an arm stretched out. A figure slowly climbed up. 

Zhao Mushen’s upper garment was torn, blood trickled down...