The terrifying, fiery-red pillar of light grew larger in Ye Wushuang's pupils. The stench of death washed over him, and for the first time, he truly felt its presence—so palpable it made every hair on his body stand on end.
And yet, he could only stand there, watching helplessly as the pillar of light bore down on him. This feeling of utter powerlessness was unbearable.
'Is this really how it ends for me, Ye Wushuang?' he thought, his heart filled with resentment. He had just reforged his Dragon Body and taken the first step on his path, yet some powerhouse was already trying to obliterate him, to sever his future. How could he possibly accept this?
