Chapter 119

Whoosh! The howling gale sounded like the sigh of the Grim Reaper. Ding Chenguang stood at the precipice of life and death, the threads of his fate trembling violently in the biting wind. Having regained his freedom like a fish newly slipped from a net, he gasped for breath, every inhalation heavy with the frantic panic of one who had barely cheated death. His eyes darted about with the sharp vigilance of a startled hare, locked onto Niu Shenwu. It was a terror born from the deepest recesses of his soul. Niu Shenwu stood like a demon god stepped straight out of ancient myth; merely by standing there, the aura he exuded rolled forth like a surging black tide, slamming against Ding Chenguang's soul wave after wave, stretching every nerve to its absolute breaking point. That overwhelming sense of oppression loomed like a towering mountain ten thousand fathoms high, blocking off all hope and leaving behind only profound despair and endless dread.