Bloody's stomach caved inward as the brutal shockwave surged through his flesh, muscles rippling under the impact. A grotesque wheeze escaped Bloody's lips as all air fled his lungs. He hurtled backward yet again, skidding across the wooden floor, which by now was riddled with cracks and scorched craters.
Damn, this Berserk Artefact is stronger than I thought, Xuefeng mused, feeling adrenaline coursing through his veins. Even though he'd practiced basic fistfighting with Wuying for only a week, the raw power from the Artefact more than compensated for any inexperience.
He caught a faint glimmer in his peripheral vision – his own reflection in the water barrier. His eyes glowed an uncanny shade of red. Even Ling had been surprised by the intensity of the Berserk effect.
