While Lin Qiye stood stunned, Zhao Kongcheng kicked off the ground, a brilliant, piercing light erupting in his eyes.
He swung his blade in a single, sweeping arc.
Beneath the dim, ash-gray sky, a black crescent moon—vast beyond all precedent—slashed violently toward the Strigoi. It tore across the gloomy curtain of the firmament like a bolt of lightning, illuminating the faces of everyone around.
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