"You used Carrot Chicken."
"In the aftermath of this attack, you have been deemed negligible."
Two lines of faintly glowing small characters lingered in the void.
Shen Ye gasped for air, leaning against the Hell stone wall, desperately trying to ease his exhaustion.
The last Technique had missed completely.
Yet its aftermath had torn through space, time, and life and death, almost claiming his own life.
What a terrifying Technique it was!
Shen Ye took out a Tranquil Spirit Pill, fed it into his mouth, chewed, and pondered in silence.
— Where had the attack come from?
Why hadn't he seen anyone?
Shen Ye half-closed his eyes and replayed the entire battle in his mind.
...This is not good.
If the enemy could launch Heaven-Shaking Technique without showing themselves—
Why couldn't they do it again?
It was like in a boxing ring; if the enemy's punch didn't hit him, then the next one would surely come.
Dark shadows of death loomed over Shen Ye's heart.