Just as the dawn of victory seemed within reach and the group was immersed in the joy of the impending annihilation of the mysterious person's remnants, an invisible pressure quietly descended like a haze, making it almost hard to breathe.
Zhang Yue stood deep in the canyon, his gaze burning, staring intently at the dejected mysterious person who had surrendered. His clothes were tattered from the fierce battle just now, and the stains of blood had already dried. Yet, although there was a sliver of relief in his heart at the prospect of victory, there was even more of an indescribable vigilance. At that moment, a sharp whistling sound suddenly came from the sky—a sound so piercing it felt as though it could tear a person's soul apart. A dark shadow streaked across like a shooting star, carrying the momentum of destruction, and heavily smashed into the ground not far away.
The earth trembled as if an underground dragon were rolling over, and dust billowed into the air, blotting out the sun and sky. When the dust slowly settled, the group finally saw the true form of that dark shadow. A tall man stood there like a towering mountain peak. He wore black battle armor engraved with eerie runes that flickered with a chilling, gloomy light. Embedded in his helmet was a gemstone emitting a strange radiance, shifting between blood-red and deep blue like a demon's eye. On his back was a huge Battle Axe, its blade as wide as a door panel, flashing with a cold glint that seemed capable …
Chapter 95