If the rules are wrong, then I...
will break the rules.
The next moment, Ke Xiaomo slowly lifted his eyelids, his expression like that of the most devout martyr in the world, with the midday sun reflected in his slightly open pupils.
It was as if he saw the sunset at the valley floor that day.
Suddenly, a sharp shadow streaked past the corner of his eye.
The moment his body was about to hit the ground, a waterfall-like cascade of shadows burst from his back, shooting into the sky like a black column of light, swallowing all the light.
It was as if day and night had suddenly changed places.
Above the myriad shards of glass falling with him, the reflection of a pitch-black raptor appeared.
The next instant, a pair of enormous wings that could cover the sky grew from his back, with every flap stirring up a turbid wind carrying woven shadows.
The eagle's cry resonated across the entire sky.
