The battlefield was a cauldron of chaos, a swirling maelstrom of elemental fury and raw power. The Green Thunder Lord stood at its center, an imposing figure wreathed in crackling green lightning.
His warhammer, a monstrous weapon that seemed to hum with the weight of countless battles, sparked with energy, while the Green Earth Flame Furnace beside him radiated an ancient, oppressive aura.
The air around him shimmered with heat, distorting the landscape like a mirage in a desert.
Hu Yitian, battered and bloodied, struggled to remain upright. His once-pristine robes were now torn and scorched, his icy blue lance lying discarded a few feet away.
Blood trickled from the corner of his lips, a stark contrast to the pale frost that clung to his hands. Despite his injuries, his eyes burned with defiance.
Retreat was not an option—not for him, not for Li Wudi, and certainly not with the Green Thunder Lord standing between them and survival.