The battlefield fell into an eerie silence as the chaotic energy that had previously torn through the void abruptly ceased.
All eyes were now fixed on Jiang Chengxuan.
Before him, at the tip of the pitch-black blade, a figure had been impaled. Azure Peak Immortal, the defeated enemy, was now suspended on the blade, engulfed in black flames. These flames were an unsettling mix of life and destruction, creating a strange, terrifying aura that sent shivers down everyone's spine.
"You… I… I refuse to accept this… I was supposed to be the one chosen by fate…" Azure Peak Immortal's voice quivered as the last remnants of life drained from him. His face grew old and haggard in a matter of moments, but his eyes remained locked on Jiang Chengxuan, filled with undying resentment.
