In this Fantasy World, space and time seemed distorted, as if everyone had been dragged by a mysterious force into an absurd nightmare. Astonishment swept over them like a tidal wave, instantly overwhelming their minds. They stood frozen in place, their souls seemingly drawn out, trapped in an extreme, inescapable state of shock.
"What is going on here?" A whisper squeezed from the depths of a soul broke the dead silence. The voice was like a withered leaf trembling in the cold wind, so fragile it seemed the darkness would swallow it the next second, yet it exploded in the stillness like a great bronze bell. The words fell like a stone tumbling from the chaotic starry sky into the calm lake of everyone's hearts, triggering a thousand ripples like a cosmic explosion. The ripples spread like a turbulent current, disturbing their minds and dragging them into an even deeper maze of confusion and shock.
A moment earlier, the red-haired man had been like a fiend escaped from the nethermost hell, his whole body bristling with murderous intent. That killing intent was like a tangible dark storm carrying the power to destroy everything, rolling in with overwhelming force. Wherever it passed, space tore and time stood still, swallowing all vitality and hope to leave only dead silence. He wore a proud, supremely arrogant demeanor, like a cosmic lord looking down on ants, vowing to grind everyone's souls to dust and subject them to endless torment. His mighty aura was like a towering m…
Chapter 67