Sparrow was like a man seized by the throat of fate itself.
The final, defiant roar of struggle never escaped its prison, dying before it was even born.
His head, beneath its seemingly tough layer of flesh and skin,
crumbled like fragile glass, instantly disintegrating into dust.
The once burly and powerful body, now deprived of its supporting frame,
was like a small mountain collapsing with a thunderous crash,
smashing heavily onto the cold ground.
Then, carried by inertia,
it rolled several times through the dust and gravel before finally coming to a rest,
plunging into eternal silence, the candle of its life extinguished, not a breath remaining.
Chu He's expression was as calm as still water, as if everything was under his control.
He simply took a single step forward.
It seemed like an ordinary step,
but it was like dropping a massive boulder into a calm lake, one capable of stirring up monstrous waves.
In that instant,
