"You guys want to live?" Xia Wei's imposing figure stood before them, his body hovering in mid-air. His dark-magenta irises remained motionless as he stared at the prostrated figures, sending a chill down their spines.
As tall and muscular as a brown bear, Xia Wei's constant tremble added to his intimidating presence. The weight of his words fell upon them like a cold bucket, instantly soaking their bodies and sending a shiver down their spines.
The blood coursing through their Qi and meridians wreaked havoc fiercer than ever before, as if reuniting with long-lost parents after countless years of separation. The sudden changes forced Mo Huo, the big man, to cough up a mouthful of blood, leaving him feeling lost and bewildered. He couldn't comprehend what caused this hellish suffering to persist.
