Shi Feiyang stood firm in this Asura Land, his face as resolute as if carved by a knife and axe, with distinct contours revealing a natural heroic spirit.
His sword-like eyebrows slanted upward, reminiscent of a soaring eagle ready to fly, displaying utmost vigor. His eyes were deep and bright, like cold stars twinkling in the night sky, now emitting a sharp glow, like two blades, scanning the desolate battlefield.
Wherever his gaze fell, it could see through all illusions and conspiracies.
The corners of his mouth slightly lifted, tracing an arc of calm and confidence, the composure that remained after countless storms. All worldly disputes were mere fleeting smoke in his eyes. Amidst this bloody tempest, he was like a towering mountain, standing unfazed against the winds from east, west, south, and north.
Just then, a clear cry of the phoenix pierced the sky like an arrow through clouds.
