He widened his eyes, filled with endless fear and regret, and slowly fell, taking his last breath.
At this mont, the tent was a scene of bloody chaos. Habaha’s headless corpse lay in a pool of blood, staining the surrounding ground red; Gou Xing’s body was embedded in a crater in the wall, mutilated and bloody; Gou Yue’s corpse lay on the ground, with its innards scattered everywhere.
Shi Feiyang stood firmly in place, as if enveloped by a mist of blood, with his body covered in the enemy’s fresh blood.
The blood dripped continuously down his hair strands and the edges of his clothing, pooling into a dark red puddle at his feet.
At this mont, he resembled a Demon God returning from the depths of Hell, exuding a chilling aura that could devour all life in the world. His eyes, cold as frost, swept around, and each glance was like a sharp, icy blade, sending shivers down one’s spine.
Lele Baha saw the situation turning dire, and though terrified, he still attempted one last struggle.
He gritted his teeth, a trace of madness flashing in his eyes, and wielded the whip in his hand, commanding the countless warriors of the prairie with a voice torn from his throat.
These warriors were all burly, wielding weapons like swords, spears, halberds, axes, and hamrs, with the blades flashing with a cold shimr under the dim light.
They shouted in unison like a surging tide, charging towards Shi Feiyang with an overwhelming force.
The deafening cries seed as if they could shatter the heavens and earth.
Shi Feiyang let out a cold snort, a sound like a wolf’s howl in a frosty night, filled with endless disdain and contempt.
He swiftly crossed his palms, the True Qi within him surging as he perford the "Evil Blood Tribulation" Divine Skill from the "Holy Heart Technique."
In an instant, a bizarre and powerful force emanated from his body, forming a blood-red aura field with him at the center.
This aura was like an invisible vortex, madly absorbing the surrounding bloody aura. Shi Feiyang’s hands moved quickly, and beams of blood-red light shot from his palms, like deadly red strings, aiming for the rushing warriors.
The warriors surged forth like a tide, initially full of montum, yet upon contact with this strange power, their bodies began to shake violently. Their faces showed expressions of pain, eyes wide open, filled with fear and despair. Imdiately, they opened their mouths, "waa-waah," spewing copious amounts of blood. The blood sprayed into the air like blooming blood flowers.
Their bodies fell uncontrollably to the ground, one after another, like wheat being harvested.
In the blink of an eye, the ground was covered with corpses, blood continuously flowing and pooling together, forming a shocking sea of blood. Bloodwater rippled in the lowlands, emitting a strong scent of blood.
Lele Baha saw this scene, his face instantly turned as pale as paper, and his legs grew weak in fear.
He dared not linger any longer, turning to run, his steps staggering, on the brink of falling.
However, after just a few steps, he felt a powerful force invade his body, churning his insides as if a storm was raging within.
He felt a sweetness in his throat, "waa," as he spat out a mouthful of blood, the blood tracing an arc in the air before hitting the ground.
His body trembled, and finally, with a "thud," fell to the ground.
His eyes remained wide open, filled with unwillingness and terror, his body convulsed slightly in the pool of blood, before becoming motionless, dying a miserable death.
At this mont, it was as if the world had sank into endless silence, only the sound of the wind remained, like the wailing of ghosts and howls of wolves, reverberating freely in this bloody world. Shi Feiyang stood proudly, his tall figure as straight as a pine tree, exuding an incomparable aura.
His white robe was stained with blood, yet it did nothing to diminish his majesty, instead adding a touch of severity and lancholy to the bloody storm.
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