The scent of blood was almost tangible, assaulting the nostrils and piercing the heart and lungs, making one almost want to vomit.
Shi Feiyang stood proudly in the midst of the blood mist like a towering War God.
His whole body exuded an awe-inspiring presence, akin to the frost of a cold winter or the first light of dawn, making people feel both fear and reverence. The Celestial Frost Blade in his hand still dripped with crimson blood, gleaming with a cold light under the dim moonlight, recounting the thrilling battle that had just unfolded.
The masked men fighting fiercely against Gugela and her maid saw their companions fall one after another. Shi Feiyang descended like a Demon God, unstoppable, and they felt an ominous unease. A flash of fear crossed their eyes, and with a mutual understanding, they swiftly darted out of the battle circle like frightened rabbits, escaping into the night from the inn.
