In the valley, the scent of blood and death lingered in every inch of air like thick, heavy ink, pressing oppressively upon the earth as if determined to drag the entire ravine into an eternal, dark abyss.
"Hmph, a pack of shameless scoundrels!" The Netherworld Condor King spread its wings, which blotted out the sky. With every flap, it whipped up a fierce gale that howled through the valley. Its wings were like two dark clouds brimming with boundless power, every feather seemingly forged from the sharpest cold iron and gleaming with a chilling light capable of cleaving everything in the world. Burning fury raged in its huge eyes—a blaze so intense it seemed to erupt from the depths of hell, carrying the violent might to reduce the entire world to dust. Venting its wrath upon the corpse of General Wu, which had already been torn into unrecognizably mangled pieces, the condor launched another frenzied assault. Its talons lashed out like bolts of black lightning, each strike accompanied by a cataclysmic roar resembling a god of thunder slamming a destructive warhammer into the earth. Under the impact of this terrifying force, the stone walls of the valley continuously shed massive boulders, debris rained down, and the ground was hammered into fathomless craters. Dust billowed into the air, obscuring the sky and plunging the entire ravine into an apocalyptic chaos and terror. Only after a long while did the condor finally seem to calm the rage that had nearly consumed its reaso…
Chapter 136