Chapter 395: Clark (4)
The two weapons collided, and with a brilliant flash, a thunderous explosion echoed throughout the underground temple as if a bomb had gone off.
The subterranean environment amplified the sound into a reverberating echo, while the flash quickly dissipated.
Despite the enormous forces at play, both individuals stood their ground confidently as if nothing had happened.
“Ugh…”
Correction: Clark, with his axe resting casually on his shoulder, appeared composed, while Kate’s expression betrayed her discomfort.
Her beautiful face twisted in agony, as if struggling to endure the pain.
Indeed, the crimson blood dripping steadily from her hands, which gripped the mace, painted a vivid picture of her suffering, staining the ground beneath.
Although it was merely a clash of weapons, her palms had been completely torn.
Throbbing pain shot through her hands, and even her wrists were in a poor state.