Crack...Crack...Crack...
Sounds of bones cracking echoed like firecrackers in an instant, as Garoro could no longer suppress the rampages of Deathfang Power.
His aura collapsed dramatically, eradicating the last vestiges of life and energy in his body. The light in his pupils gradually dimmed as if a brilliant gem had lost its sheen.
"Now, Garoro can truly be called a Ghost Knife," Feng Liusi thought to himself as he watched everything unfold with a detached gaze.
For some reason, instead of feeling joy at having avenged a grave wrong, he felt a faint sense of regret. Perhaps it was due to witnessing a top-tier fighter, devoted to the martial arts, fall before his eyes, causing a resonance in his mind.
