Chapter 66

Whoosh! The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, blooming into a chilling, freezing smile. That smile was like the coldest fissure on a frozen plain, exuding endless cruelty and mercilessness, akin to the cold glare of an ice blade in a biting gale, capable of piercing straight through a person's heart. Then, he slowly took a step forward. This step seemed soft and unhurried, yet it fell like a heavy hammer against a war drum, every inch of its movement causing the surrounding air to vibrate violently. The buzzing sound echoed through the silent dense forest, like a low murmur singing the prelude to an approaching storm. In an instant, a murderous aura as chilling as a midwinter blizzard surged and churned outward from his body like roaring waves. This murderous intent was unimaginably dense, nearly condensing into substance, transforming into strands of pitch-black silk that danced wildly through the air. These black silk threads seemed endowed with sentience, baring their fangs and brandishing their claws as if mercilessly slaughtering all living things in the world, a truly terrifying sight. Over on this side, everyone—including Elder He, who had always been poised and self-assured—was pushed back a step involuntarily, as if by an invisible yet overwhelmingly mighty force. The Red-haired man was tall and slender, his posture as upright as a pine, yet he exuded a chillingly enchanting aura, resembling a poppy blooming in the dark—beautiful yet fatal. His red hair seemed …