The river water was turbulent, and blood rain poured down.
Crack—
Dense droplets of blood crashed down, dyeing the murky river water a dark red, which was then quickly diluted by the rapid current.
A hint of the pale belly of fish emerged in the east, tearing through the silky black curtain of night.
Dawn had arrived.
Everyone, using the faint morning light, looked towards the tall man standing like a vigorous pine.
His crown had already scattered, his black hair wildly fluttering, his clothes corroded by the stomach acid of the Demon Python revealing a body carved like with axe and chisel, covered in blood, as if he had emerged from hell like an Asura.
Li Yuan, who had been raging like a mad tiger just before, now quietly nestled in his arms, exhibiting an indescribable fragility and pitiful softness.
Butchery and beauty, blossoming at the break of dawn.
This scene, deeply engraved in everyone's pupils.
