The air was thick with a strong scent of blood, like a heavy haze, suffocating everyone.
Shi Feiyang stood amidst the attack of over a thousand men, like a towering War God, emanating a fierce aura, unyielding in his blood-soaked counterattack.
Shi Feiyang's right hand steadily gripped the Celestial Frost Blade, the blade gleaming coldly in the sunlight, akin to ghostly flames flickering in a cold night, eager to drink the blood of his foes, recounting its countless killings.
Suddenly, his aura transformed, his powerful Inner Strength surging like turbulent waves, stirring the air into a fierce whirlwind, as the swordsmen felt an overwhelming force assailing them, almost toppling them.
