Ling Xiao was like a pine tree, but with a determined and tragic attitude, he slowly knelt on one knee.

The blade he held tightly in his hand was like a blade of judgment from hell, with a sharp edge and murderous aura, and was swept towards the ground with a thousand pounds of force. The power was so great that it seemed to be about to split the solid earth so that everything in the world could witness his indomitable and resistance.

The blade rubbed violently with the ground, and in an instant, the harsh sound was like a pair of sharp steel needles, piercing straight into everyone's eardrums, making them feel sour.

Blood, just like the charming and deadly flower, winding down the blade and flowing all the way. The bright and dazzling red color was like the most tragic sunset in the sky, shocking, and soon dyed his arms a bright red color, as if he had put on a layer of bloody arm armor for him.

The scales on his body, which were originally indestructible, like steel barriers, were overwhelmed in this fierce and almost crazy battle, and tiny but hideous bloody mouths were cracked.

Each bloody mouth was like a curse mark ruthlessly carved by the God of Destiny. Blood kept pouring out of these bloody mouths, dripping rhythmically along the tip of the knife, one drop, two drops... gradually gathered on the ground into a small pool of blood.

The blood was pooled in the dim light, flashing with a strange and cold light, as if it was an evil summon from the abyss of hell, emitting a terrifying aura.

Ling Xiao slowly raised his head. At this moment, his eyes were like two burning flames, with endless murderous intent and the will to die rather than surrender.

His eyes were as sharp as an eagle and as bright as a torch, slowly sweeping over Dugu Sheng and others in the distance.

At this time, the blood color in his eyes had not yet completely faded. The blood color that was so rich that it was almost substantial was as if it was a concrete manifestation of hatred and anger deep in his heart, which was daunting.

The powerful sacred temples hiding in the sky were originally carrying a hint of luck and arrogance of being above them, but when Ling Xiao's intimidating gaze swept past like lightning, they were as if they were hit by an invisible powerful force, and they were so scared that they all took a step back.

Their bodies trembled slightly, like the trembling leaves in the autumn wind, their eyes full of fear and panic, fearing to be locked by this physical gaze, as if the gaze could easily tear their souls into countless pieces.

In another ruin on the battlefield, Dugu Sheng was like a wild beast that was deeply injured, desperate and desperate, curled up in his body and shrank among the ruins.

The only half of his body was licked ruthlessly by the raging fire, and the flame was like a demon's tongue, greedily devouring his vitality.

The flames licked the skin and made a "sizzling" sound. Each sound was like a painful moan from the depths of his soul, echoing on this dead battlefield, adding a bit of desolation and despair.
Chapter completed!