In reality...
It was always Yan Huan himself speaking.
Just like now...
It was also Yan Huan who gently reached out to grasp the silver dagger.
"Ah..."
Looking at his right hand holding the silver dagger, Yan Huan's bloodshot eyes couldn't help but tremble.
The "aurora" in the sky shimmered, casting a perfect Rembrandt light on his face.
In the distinct play of light and shadow, his face was half hesitation, half madness.
"Buzz!!"
But it was too late for anything...
At the moment Yan Huan himself gripped the dagger, the power of the Evil God engulfed him like a torrent.
Above the sky, the once-rippling aurora instantly collapsed.
"Rumble!!"
After a deafening roar, the entire sky poured down as if collapsing.
"Wow, look, the aurora..."
Below, the once-noisy crowd instantly froze, time and space completely stopped, and even the colorful neon lights dissolved into black and white.
