The night was chaotic, and the dark clouds that were gathering and strengthening pulled the world into an increasingly oppressive darkness. The rolling thunder roared with a terrifying deterrence that wanted to kill the earth. Lightning flashed, lightning fell, and everything it touched was torn apart.
The hurricane danced wildly, as if it was celebrating this rare killing feast. It carried the remains and death to every corner of the castle. Flames of fire engulfed the sky, blood flowed everywhere, and the tragic screams of the battle even drowned out the deafening sound of the city walls collapsing.
The blood that filled the air was nauseating, but it also aroused the hunger and desire of the nobles. In the midst of this purgatory, the woman tore a piece of cloth from the corner of her crimson dress and wrapped it tightly around her right hand and the silver sword she was holding tightly.
He still couldn't give up, he still couldn't!
A bloody mouth suddenly appeared in front of him. Those sharp fangs were about to snatch the fresh blood for healing. The woman grabbed the beast's throat with her left hand in time and pushed it away from the ground. The other party was instantly stunned, his blood-red eyes filled with shock.
"How, how is it possible for a mere human…?!”
"Die, you bastard of the Moslant family.”
The sharp blade pierced through the man's heart. Before he could scream, his body had already turned into dust.
The woman tidied her messy hair and smiled coldly. Compared to the bloodthirsty demons who were killing each other in the castle, she was thousands of times crazier.
This was the moment for revenge, the moment he had been waiting for many years!
The silver-white sword reflected the raging flames. The sword tip slid on the ground with a clear and beautiful sound. The woman took light steps and slowly entered the Asura Arena hidden underground...
A thousand years later…
The lights were bright and the neon lights were psychedelic. The endless stream of cars formed a fixed flow of shining blood under their feet. This was the rooftop of a thirty-story building. There was no noise or suffocating pressure. There was only silence and a cold wind.
The young girl's tender and delicate face was filled with a dull despair that did not match the age of sixteen. Her clothes fluttered in the wind, and her hair danced in the wind, like a raging flame in her heart.
She raised her left hand, and there was a string of jade on her wrist. The faint fluorescent light that flowed back and forth in the red beads was deeply imprinted in her lifeless eyes. She pulled the stiff corners of her mouth and smiled gently, but her eyebrows were pale and powerless.
Why? Every time she looked at it, she would feel an inexplicable reluctance and sadness. Her fingers gently rubbed the largest pearl, and tears flowed out of her eyes unconsciously.
Wiping away the saltiness on her face, she kissed the Yingluo as if she was bidding farewell.
Closing his eyes and spreading his arms, his thin and frail body fell to the ground. She liked the feeling of flying. It was as if she had broken free from all restraints and restraints. It was extremely relaxed.
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