At this moment, Niu Shenwu stood at the intricate crossroads of fate, taking a shocking and extraordinary step for a purpose that seemed simple yet harbored hidden depths.
The fall of Ding Chenguang was like a giant boulder plunging into a tranquil lake, instantly shattering the calm. The thunderous shockwaves generated by the impact reverberated in the air for a long time. That chilling, muffled sound was like the death knell tolled by the Grim Reaper—sombre and terrifying, portending the extinguishing of life. Under the crushing might of the spiked club, which possessed the strength of some primeval beast, his body was instantly pulverized like a fragile sandcastle. Blood and shattered flesh splattered across the air like scattered flowers from the heavens, converging into a startling, shocking blossom of blood. The bloody mist quickly spread like the tentacles of a demon, staining the sky into a hair-raising crimson that seemed like the precursor to an apocalyptic arrival. His life, much like a brilliant yet ill-fated shooting star, was abruptly snuffed out under the terrifying blow of the club, ruthlessly swallowed by the darkness.
The phantom of Niu Tiedan appeared nearby, her expression as gloomy as the all-encompassing, suffocating dark clouds that precede an apocalypse, heavy with boundless fury and dissatisfaction. The raging fire burning in her eyes seemed capable of igniting the surrounding air; her gaze was like physical, sharpened arrows, every single one carry…
Chapter 121