The air was thick with the pungent stench of blood and gunpowder. With every breath, the taste of rust seemed to spread across the tongue, turning the stomach.
Hua Qiangbei stood in the center of the ruins. The purplish-black demonic energy churning around his body twisted and spiraled eerily in the dead silence, like a giant python poised to strike and devour anyone in its path.
Amidst this suffocating atmosphere, a sharp, bone-chilling itch suddenly grazed the back of Hua Qiangbei's neck. It felt as though countless tiny steel needles were piercing the roots of his hairs all at once.
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