Within the cave, lightning and dark red aura clashed and intertwined, dividing the space into a stark contrast of light and shadow.
Saral looked down at his empty right hand; the dark red saber that had accompanied him for decades was now reduced to shards scattered across the charred rocks.
His fingers were still reflexively flexing, as if trying to hold onto something already lost.
But after all, Saral was a Tier Eight Holy Blood Asura.
Within just a few breaths, he regained his composure, his crimson eyes suddenly lifting to fixate on Qin Tian, flames of wrath and murderous intent burning deep in his pupils.
"Do you think, without a sword, I can't kill you?"
Saral's voice was deep, like rolling thunder, echoing through the cave.
He took a deep breath, and the dark red spiritual energy within him surged like a flood breaking its banks, completely awakening the ancient Asura power within his bloodline.
"Asura Battle Physique—activate!"
