Leaving The Shadow Phoenix's Realm

Xiao Ming took a deep breath, feeling the oppressive weight in the air finally begin to dissipate.

The aftermath of the explosion still hung heavy, the echoes of the violent blast lingering in his chest like the reverberations of a thunderclap.

The faint scent of burnt air mixed with the palpable tension of an unsettled world, creating an atmosphere that was both eerie and electric.

He clenched his fist again, feeling the surge of energy from his body rippling through his veins. It was as if the very blood within him had been stirred, a strange warmth coursing beneath his skin, giving him a sense of strength despite the lingering pain.

Slowly, his gaze shifted to the distant horizon. The world around him had been momentarily shuffled, the spatial structure of the Mystic Realm still trembling from the force of the explosion, but now, things were beginning to settle.