"Impossible..." Yang Yinglong stared wide-eyed in unwillingness and spat out a mouthful of black blood, "Shi Feiyang, do you think this is the end? In the Ten Thousand Mountain Range of Miaojiang, there are things that can overthrow the world..." His voice was drowned out by the sudden sound of an explosion, and the city wall of Hailong Duntun collapsed with a loud crash amidst violent shaking.
Amidst the swirling dust and smoke, several Personal Guards fought fiercely to protect Yang Yinglong, disappearing into the ruins.
Shi Feiyang stood on the remnants, gazing at the gradually sinking bloody sunset.
His dark attire was tattered, with multiple wounds still oozing blood, yet he remained as upright as a pine.
