The gale raged like an enraged dragon, sweeping through the mountain forest. Everyone’s clothes whipped violently in the wind, as if the savage force might tear them to shreds. When the gusts finally subsided, the scene fell into a deathly silence; the air seemed to congeal into ice, pressing heavily upon everyone's hearts. Yet, this was merely the brief calm before the storm. A moment later, as if shaking off the shackles of a demon, the group stumbled back several paces, erupting into a deafening cry: "What the hell?" The sound was filled with shock, terror, and disbelief, echoing through the open space like a surging tide and battering everyone’s spirit.
"The Blood-Craving Mad Demon? Could it really be that legendary arch-fiend who stirred up a bloodbath across the martial arts world a century ago? That bloodthirsty monster who committed countless atrocities and loomed over the world like a living nightmare? The fearsome opponent who forced the Feather God Sect to exhaust all its strength and summon every member to resist?" Someone’s voice trembled, each syllable laced with profound fear, as if even uttering the name invited catastrophe.
"This guy is the Blood-Craving Mad Demon? How is that possible? There must be a mistake, it has to be fake!" Ling Fei’s eyes widened, filled with horror and skepticism. His lips quivered as he tried to find a logical explanation for this absurd scene, but his mind was in chaos; the corpse before him simply could not be reconciled with th…
Chapter 89