He widened his eyes, filled with endless fear and regret, and slowly fell, taking his last breath.
At this moment, the tent was a scene of bloody chaos. Habaha's headless corpse lay in a pool of blood, staining the surrounding ground red; Gou Xing's body was embedded in a crater in the wall, mutilated and bloody; Gou Yue's corpse lay on the ground, with its innards scattered everywhere.
Shi Feiyang stood firmly in place, as if enveloped by a mist of blood, with his body covered in the enemy's fresh blood.
The blood dripped continuously down his hair strands and the edges of his clothing, pooling into a dark red puddle at his feet.
At this moment, he resembled a Demon God returning from the depths of Hell, exuding a chilling aura that could devour all life in the world. His eyes, cold as frost, swept around, and each glance was like a sharp, icy blade, sending shivers down one's spine.
