The collapse of the Darkness Core was like a breathtaking, cataclysmic explosion in the cosmos. The incomparably solid darkness was struck by a force akin to a supernova burst, instantly tearing it into countless fragments. Light surged forward like a roaring tide, sweeping across the entire space with an overwhelming momentum. Every single ray of light was like a fearless warrior, charging into battle with unrivaled force, proudly proclaiming the grand victory of light over darkness. The brilliance was as pure as fresh snow and as scorching as molten core magma, determined to thoroughly erase every trace of darkness from the world, leaving it not a single moment to catch its breath.
Yan Xiao dropped to one-half knee, his heavy spear propping up his exhausted body like an unyielding spine. He panted heavily, each breath sounding like the labored wheezing of a battered bellows. Sweat mixed with blood streamed down his forehead and cheeks like broken beads, dripping onto the earth beneath him, which was already beginning to stir with new life. The soil, like a long-parched sponge, greedily absorbed those droplets charged with the breath of life. In Yan Xiao's eyes, exhaustion, relief, and a trace of imperceptible sorrow intertwined like twinkling stars in the deep night sky, every emotion a unique star. The power of the Yaoyang Sacred Glory within him was nearly depleted, like a dried-up riverbed left with only jagged, parched cracks, yet the fire in his heart still burned fie…
Chapter 137