Beneath that apocalypse-like sky, heavy ink-black clouds pressed down upon the earth as if determined to grind every living thing in the world into dust within the endless darkness. Electric serpents danced wildly across the clouds, tearing open the firmament from time to time to cast a chilling, ghastly white glare over the Du Family. Deep within the thunderheads, pairs of blood-red eyes lurked and peered down—Evil Spirits drawn by the dark energies, waiting for a bloody feast to begin.
The Du Family estate, once a magnificent and glorious clan residence, now stood like a desolate island swallowed by the shadow of death. A suffocating aura of doom permeated its perimeter; it was like a lamb awaiting slaughter, trembling as it awaited the verdict of fate. The vibrant spiritual plants that once surrounded the estate had withered and shriveled, their leaves curled tight as if cowering in terror. In the cracks of the flagstones below, faint wisps of black mist seeped upward—the breath of death, eroding the very soil.
Suspended high in midair were twelve long swords. They were no ordinary iron blades; each looked like a lethal weapon forged by ancient demons. Their bodies resembled the deep night sky, carved with countless glowing, ghostly runes that flickered like the most malevolent stars in the cosmos, radiating a bone-chilling magic. The swords intersected to weave an inescapable web of light, every strand seeming spun from the toughest spiritual silk. They sealed off the D…
Chapter 104