Everything proceeded exactly as the Demon Lord had intended.
Today, the Demon Lord was going to ascend to the painted boat by trampling over them, and no one could escape this fate.
With this urgent thought, he closed his eyes in despair, watching helplessly as the Demon Lord took another step.
Boom!
The aura exploded and blood rained down; amidst the torrential downpour, Fang Yang finally took his fourth step and reached the edge of the painted boat.
At that moment, the rain ceased, and the surface of the lake calmed.
Everything seemed to have been restored—as if nothing had happened, and all that had been experienced was but an illusion.
A dream within Nanke!
Only the rich scent of blood testified to what had just transpired.
The autumn breeze continued to blow.
Ripples spread across the lake.
Outside the city gates, silence, stillness, the world seemed to have quieted down.
