Dan Xiou and Dan Ren stood frozen in terror. Their bodies trembled uncontrollably, their faces pale as death as they watched Feng Chen slowly approach them.
His eyes, blood-red and devoid of humanity, burned with the cold, murderous intent that suffocated the air around them.
Black lightning crackled at his fingertips, and with each step he took, the ground beneath him seemed to shake.
In their arms, Yin and Yang hung on to the last fragile thread of life. Their bodies were limp, bloodied, and weak.
Each shallow breath they took was a struggle, and their energy flickered, barely holding on to their existence.
But Dan Xiou and Dan Ren couldn't focus on them anymore. The true terror stood before them... Feng Chen, whose bloodlust had consumed him entirely.
