Chapter 116

Whoosh! Ding Chenguang moved with athletic agility, yet he looked utterly disheveled. He wore a dark, tight-fitting martial outfit stained with patches of blood—whether his own or his enemies’ in the chaos, he could not tell. His sharp-featured face was twisted in terror, his thick brows knitted together like two struggling black pythons. His eyes, wide and frantic, flickered like candles in a gale, reflecting the blood-drenched, hellish scene before him. Severed limbs were strewn everywhere, and blood pooled into rivers, flowing wantonly. The air was thick with an oppressive, stifling scent of death, reaching out like a grotesque demon to drag him down. His heart hammered against his ribs like a drum, so violently it made his eardrums ache. Fear, like a cold viper, coiled around his heart and seeped into his soul, leaving him trembling uncontrollably. Without a second of hesitation, the spiritual energy within him erupted like an ancient, primeval beast waking from a millennium-long slumber. It surged through his meridians like a breached dam, threatening to shatter his very physical limits. In the blink of an eye, he transformed into a brilliant stream of light—a radiance so intense it seemed to tear through the dark, blood-soaked world—and streaked toward the sky.