Chen Ping's world had collapsed.
What absurdity and brutality in this world could surpass this moment?
He witnessed with his own eyes that his once frail and helpless fiancée suddenly transformed into a demonic figure, lunging towards his biological brother.
Lady Meng's appearance was so ferocious.
Her long hair danced like frenzied serpents, her eyes as red as freshly drawn blood, and sharp teeth grew in her mouth.
And on her outstretched fingertips, her nails were a full foot long.
Each nail seemed like a ghastly white blade, glimmering with chilling light, surrounded by black mist.
Behind her, countless branches waved wildly, amplifying her presence, making her as terrifying as a monster from legend.
In contrast, Chen Xu's body was bound by chains of black mist, his hair ribbon fallen, leaving his black hair disheveled.
Although he had his back to Chen Ping, Chen Ping could not see his expression at the moment.
