The Clark Family Manor stood surrounded by countless enemies
The final battle had already ended. The outcome had already been decided. The Clark Family had lost. Now their fate is in the hands of Emma Stones.
At the very center of the battlefield stood Emma Stone. Her long hair danced in the wind. Blood dripped continuously from the edge of her sword. Her cultivation pressure blanketed the entire battlefield like a mountain pressing down upon mortals.
Opposite her stood Tony Clark. His body was covered in wounds. Blood stained his clothes. His breathing was uneven. Yet despite everything, he remained standing. Behind him stood the surviving members of the Clark Family. Fear filled their eyes. Despair filled their expressions. Some were injured. Some were crying. Some were staring at Emma as though she were the embodiment of death itself.
Meanwhile the enemies surrounding the battlefield began laughing louder after seeing Tony's miserable state.
