"How can he still be standing?" The second elder couldn't grasp the logic behind this young man before them, he's beaten and battered, his left arm destroyed and his body had a hole in it yet he still lives.
The Golden Light he had already diminished and the power he held earlier already vanished. He should be dead, he shouldn't be intimidating, but the mere presence of a bleeding young man made it harder for them to breathe.
His smile was unnerving, his presence unbearable, and his eyes terrifying, "Ahhhhh, this hurt… it had been so long since I got injured this badly… it had been so long since I did something this reckless… it had been so long since I felt this ALIVE!"
Wang Ling planted his feet on the ground and then gathered the strength of the earth, he made a fist with his right hand holding the sword, and then, he struck the ground and lifted a massive debris and threw it on in mid-air.
Wang Ling then struck it and created a smokescreen.