On the shattered, ruined stage!

Xia Wen and Xia Xuan Ke stood like two demonic gods, poised to bring an end to this divine and demonic battlefield!

Flanking him from left and right, Xia Wen's vital energy burned like fire while Xia Xuan Ke's thundered like lightning. Their Essence, Qi, and Spirit had all reached their peak. Their minds were one, and in their world, only one figure existed: the battered silhouette of the youth in the corner of the stage.

"Kill!" Xia Wen roared.