Zhu Wentao was startled by the overwhelming force of the sword strike. His spell sword transformed into countless streams of light slashing towards the Rosefinch, but it was futile. He could only thrust his long sword into the ground, focusing all his efforts on defense.

The Rosefinch collided heavily with his sword, sparks flying everywhere, and it took a while for the light to dissipate.

Zhu Wentao, who had just moments ago seemed invincible, now lay charred and motionless in a deep pit, blood pouring from his mouth. The ground around the pit was also scorched black.

"Impossible! Impossible! You must have cheated!" he muttered to himself.