"Hiss~ Hiss~ Hiss~"
The giant illuminate lights atop the abandoned factory suddenly started to flicker erratically, emitting minor sounds periodically as if the tubes were about to burst at any moment.
The area would abruptly darken, then abruptly brighten; darken and brighten again… The cycle continued, endlessly repeating itself.
The entire abandoned factory was eerily silent, with Cang Ying's headless body standing rigid in place. His decapitated head on the ground still bore an eager longing on its face.
"Die! Die! Die! All of you must die."
Under the sporadically dimming and brightening lights, Ye Chenfeng's cold voice still echoed through the air. The black energy swirling around him grew denser, forming dragon-like streams that soared around him without halt.
