"What... what just happened?" gasped Su Lan, his voice trembling with fear as he surveyed the gruesome scene before him.
Xia Tian stood before them, a spear protruding from his heart and his severed hands lying lifeless on the ground, a grotesque reminder of the violence that had been inflicted upon him by Su Mei and Su Li.
The world fell into an unnatural silence, broken only by the crackling of the flames that surrounded them.
The vermillion hue of the fire cast an eerie glow over the carnage, as if the very flames were feeding off the violence and bloodshed.
Xia Tian's body convulsed, and a maniacal laughter erupted from his throat, sending shivers down Su Lan's spine.
The metallic scent of blood mixed with the acrid smoke of the burning flames, filling the air as his laughter echoed, wild and frenzied.
"Hahahahahahhaha... is this all you've got?" he cackled, his voice rising to a fever pitch. "Is this the best you can do?"
