Ma Yu's face turned deathly pale, his right hand lifted, tightly clutching his heart. The oppressive feeling he had sensed a few nights ago surged back, more powerful and intense than before!
He felt dizzy and lightheaded.
The sound of steady footsteps shattered everything, mixed with screams.
The blade of the Mo Blade traced an arc back in the air, returning to its original position. The cold, sunless winter light fell on the blade, casting a cold blue glow, telling everyone the weight of this blade.
Everyone's breath almost instantly halted, leaving only the continuous screams of the brawny man with broken teeth, rolling on the ground, increasingly desolate and miserable.
Wang Anfeng mounted his horse, his expression indifferent, the contours of his face devoid of any warmth. The unusual steed beneath him sensed his emotions, its front hooves continuously pounding the ground, creating shocking cracks.
