Ye Xuan clutched the sword that had pierced his body, the veins on his forehead bulging prominently. The sword's power ran rampant within him, relentlessly tearing at his organs and flesh.
Space seemed to split open on its own as two figures appeared, one to the left and one to the right of Ye Xuan.
"Ye Xuan, struggling is useless. You're destined to die today," they declared.
Each figure held a weapon, their faces twisted with cruel smiles.
"Scram!"
Ye Xuan roared, his aura bursting forth. The sleeves of his garment exploded into shreds as he viciously slammed into the two figures, sending them flying back, coughing up blood.
The vast void collapsed, and the two figures fell into a spatial tempest, their bodies instantly shattered and torn apart, turning into countless pieces of flesh, yet still connected, indicating that despite suffering that blow, they had not perished.
