The crowd gasped, the sound akin to a chilling wind penetrating their bones, carrying an endless coldness.
They knew well that the situation was hopeless; if they didn't escape now, their lives would surely be in danger. At this moment, each unleashed all their talents, flying away in panic, resembling startled birds scattered in flight, raising a cloud of dust.
Shi Feiyang descended gracefully like an eagle, his posture steady, his expression cold and calm.
His white robe fluttered in the wind, as if the world's disturbances were unrelated to him. The bloody battle just now seemed like a gentle breeze brushing past, leaving not a ripple in his resolute heart.
He slightly raised his hand, flicking it lightly, sending the blood splattering. The crimson droplets, under the sunlight, resembled dazzling rubies, creating eye-catching arcs, akin to blood-colored flowers blooming in the wind, beautiful yet tragic.
