As the thunder dissipated.

A hundred-meter deep, charred crater now marked the spot where Ye Xiuming had stood.

Yet, surprisingly, even after enduring such an attack, Ye Xiuming was not dead.

A broken jade pendant beside him was still faintly glowing.

Clearly, this pendant was a precious artifact that had saved Ye Xiuming’s life in the crucial moment.

Even so.

Ye Xiuming was severely injured, his entire right arm completely shattered.

His clothes were tattered.

Blood streamed from his seven orifices.

"Haha… hahaha! You’re truly a monster, kid. Quite the surprise!"

Coughing blood, Ye Xiuming let out a maniacal laugh.