The bedrock beneath Sovereign Peak groaned as the impact drove Ye Chen deeper into the fractured stone.
His boots remained wedged in the granite, but the shockwave traveled up the leather grip of his rusted broadsword, rattling the bones in his forearms and jarring his shoulder joints with the force of an iron ram.
Su Rou leaned her eight foot frame over him, the dark scales of her demonic arm grinding against the blade as necrotic embers showered over his gray tunic.
"You blocked one strike, stable hand," Su Rou hissed, her multi tonal voice vibrating inside his ears like a swarm of hornets. "Do you think your peasant arms can hold back the tide of the Blood Moon?"
She drew back her left fist, hammering a strike directly into the flat of his blade.
BOOM!
The concussive blow forced Y
