Enveloped by a double shroud of darkness and mystery, the world teetered on the brink like a collapsing building. Every corner radiated an aura of peril, as if the endless dark would swallow it entirely the very next second. In the Misty Forest, Yan Xiao's battle with the mysterious creature grew increasingly fierce. The sounds of combat echoed like thunder through the woods, shattering the primordial silence. The creature's black claws, sharp as flawless blades, whipped up a foul gale with every swing—a stench akin to the breath of the underworld, hanging thick and sickening in the air. The claws slashed through the air with a piercing screech, sounding like the Grimstock playing a death knell.
Several wounds already marred Yan Xiao's body, blood seeping through to blossom like vibrant flowers across his garments. Yet his gaze remained unwavering, burning like an unquenchable torch. He continually wielded the Golden Spear, its tip slicing the air with a humming vibration that seemed to voice his grim resolve to fight. The radiance of Yaoyang Sacred Glory flickered erratically amidst the clash, acting like a stubborn spark of hope resisting the dark; every flash represented his indomitable will. During one violent collision, the creature's claws met the spear, spraying a shower of sparks that bloomed like brief, dazzling fireworks in the night sky.
Lin Qiye and his companions stared at the imagery materializing on the crystal, heavy worry pressing upon their hearts like lea…
Chapter 140