Tang San felt as though an invisible hammer weighing ten thousand jun had smashed brutally into his forehead. With a boom, his mind went blank.
Boundless fury, bone-piercing cold, and a trace of panic he himself refused to acknowledge surged like a violent tsunami, instantly shattering the God King's state of mind, which had remained unchanged for ten thousand years.
Tang San plummeted like a meteor. With a swish, he landed precisely above the two mocking words carved by frost sword marks: Welcome.
His gaze instantly locked onto Ah Yin and Tang Wutong, who lay sprawled across the words.
Their auras were like candles flickering in the wind, steadily and faintly weakening. The radiance of their lives seemed as though it could be extinguished completely at any moment.
In contrast, Tang San's heart, which had carried a faint sense of superiority upon his descent, now seemed to have been cast into the Abyss, freezing and sinking inch by inch.
His body stood rigidly in place, as though he had become an icy statue. Only his eyes, once as deep as the sea, were now covered in terrifying bloodshot veins as they stared unblinkingly at the horrific scene before him.
An invisible yet terrifyingly violent aura, enough to make heaven and earth change color, spread uncontrollably from his body like an out-of-control plague.
Even the surrounding space began to distort slightly.
Tang San's eyes were bloodshot, his nostrils flared, and he panted like a bull.
Even his breathing had become heavy and rapid like that of an enraged primordial beast, producing terrifying, rasping gasps.
"What exactly happened?"
"What happened?!!"
Tang San roared madly over and over within his heart, wracked by pain and rage as though he were being torn apart.
He was not entirely unaware. In his original expectations and