Chapter 52

Beneath the cover of night, amid the utter chaos of the battlefield, the cries of battle and the clashing of weapons intertwined in a deafening roar. The bright moon that had hung high in the night sky seemed obscured by the suffocating scent of blood, leaving only a dim, feeble glow to cast its light across the scarred and ravaged earth. "Spirit Giant!" A sharp, clear cry rang out abruptly. Qingqing raised the uniquely shaped serpentine sword in her hand, and in an instant, the winds and clouds above shifted violently. Heavy, dark clouds rolled across the sky like surging waves, rapidly converging to completely swallow the pristine moon. Darkness spread like a rising tide, and the entire battlefield felt as though it had been enveloped by an invisible hand, plunging into a heart-pounding gloom. At that very moment, a breath-taking surge of immense energy erupted from the serpentine sword in Qingqing's hand, swirling like a violent tornado that swept up everything in its vicinity. Wherever this energy passed, the air seemed to ignite, crackling sharply and flashing with an eerie, unearthly light.