Kyrian opened his eyes.
The sound of footsteps broke the silence of the forest. The sky blue dissolved into crimson red, and the cold light that once radiated gave way to an oppressive, almost suffocating glow.
The seven men ahead stopped for a moment.
As soon as they looked into those eyes, they all instinctively felt a shiver run down their spines.
Kyrian did not want to waste time with any of them. The Qi in his two dantians was burned in great quantity, spinning violently. His vision distorted. The world disappeared, leaving only that which pulsed, that which vibrated with vital energy.
Men of blood.
That was how Kyrian saw his enemies now. Flesh, bones, and muscles all vanished. What remained were the beating hearts, throbbing veins, and red rivers circulating through the essence of each one of them.
Behind Kyrian, Yanyu felt an inexplicable chill. Her ears suddenly picked up something strange. A low, muffled sound, as if it were only an illusion.
'Thump-thump'
