Cough! Cough!
Wang Xiao emerged from the shattered ice, a grimace of pain etched across his face as he expelled blood with each wrenching cough.
His gaze, fierce and unyielding, found Asmodeous hovering above, a spectral figure in the bleak landscape.
Ignoring the sharp pain radiating from his shoulder and the warmth of his own blood soaking into his clothes, Wang Xiao's attention was fixated on his adversary.
[His body is peculiar,] Yin Yue observed with a sense of urgency, [It's as if his bones are forged from something denser than the combined weight of a thousand humans, and his skin... it's like steel.] Her analysis painted a picture of a being far removed from the frailties of human flesh and bone.
The collision had imparted a brutal lesson on Wang Xiao; the force of it was akin to being struck by a speeding train—a blunt, unforgiving impact that spoke volumes of Asmodeous's unnatural strength.