On the earth shrouded in gray smoke, a scene of devastation unfolded, the mist and dust were chillingly cold... Chen Fei narrowed his eyes, confronting the man with short coffee-colored hair. Their gazes carried a biting killing intent, rolling forth, suffocating, causing the surrounding air currents to freeze.
"If you're smart enough now to end yourself here, it might be quicker, more painless. Otherwise, I'll show you what it means to wish for death!" The man with short coffee-colored hair spoke coldly to Chen Fei, his robe fluttering, veins bulging at the corners of his eyes, even grotesque, his gaze twisted and sharp.
Now he had resorted to a forbidden technique, the price of which was unimaginable, so his hatred towards Chen Fei was beyond words! He wished he could drink Chen Fei's blood, pluck his bones, and tear him to pieces.
