The Eternal Night Spear fell beside him, the spear shaft dim and unreflective.
"What is that?"
"Ye Jiang?" Burn Mountain was stunned for a moment, then wild joy surged in his eyes.
"Hahaha!"
He laughed skyward, his laughter carrying the unrestrained ecstasy of decades.
"Ye Jiang, you have such a day too!"
Burn Mountain took a step forward, Heaven-Burning flames gathered in his palm, transforming into a crimson long blade.
Without any hesitation, he swung the blade down.
"Swish——"
A head flew up, blood spurted forth.
The black-clad figure collapsed to the ground, no longer breathing.
Burn Mountain stood where he was, gasping for breath, his face full of satisfaction.
Decades of fear, decades of suppression, all released at this moment.
"Dead."
"Ye Jiang is finally dead."
He muttered to himself, laughter growing louder, more frenzied.
Yet——
The laughter gradually stopped.
Burn Mountain glanced around, suddenly sensing something amiss.
Too quiet.
