Shi Feiyang thought to himself, "Today, I must ensure these Divine Sword Manor dog thieves come but never return, and get justice for myself!"
Looking around, the trees in the fierce wind seemed like a group of giants stripped of their spines, shaking intensely in pain. Branches scattered everywhere.
The breaking branches let out hopeless creaks, falling one by one, each sound like a death knell for this brutal battle.
Leaves flew everywhere, like a group of panic-stricken butterflies spinning helplessly in the whirlpool of the storm, adding a touch of tragic beauty and helplessness to the impending bloody "slaughterhouse."
The pooled water on the ground quickly converged into a rush of torrents, gushing down the terrain, carrying sand and stones mercilessly, as if to completely disrupt all order and reshape it into a chaotic world.
