This was the ultimate fear.
In an instant, Ye Wusheng seemed to return to his childhood.
Only during that helpless period had he felt such fear.
He had originally thought that he was no longer afraid of anything.
Even when the Nightmare Giant Beast had blasted away half of his mecha's body with a single cannon shot on Dongfeng Island, he had not been as terrified as he was now.
It felt as though an invisible Fierce Beast were behind him. He could feel its foul breath brushing against his cheek and its reeking saliva dripping onto the ground.
It was as if, in the next moment, this Fierce Beast would tear him apart and devour his flesh, leaving him to die without a complete corpse!
However.
This feeling came and went quickly.
Like an illusion, it vanished in an instant.
Then, from within the Black Storm ahead, a vicious and violent aura shot into the sky.
At that moment, silver-white and dark green interwove within the Black Storm, while orange-yellow and blood-red danced together.
Under the boundless force, it forcibly propped apart and tore the Black Storm to shreds!
A gust of wind swept past Ye Wusheng.
In the next second, over a hundred wounds split open all over Ye Wusheng's body.
Each wound was as fine as a filament, yet together they left Ye Wusheng covered in injuries. His entire body looked like shattered porcelain, as if it might disintegrate into pieces at any moment.
Ye Wusheng's pupils contracted slightly before he said hoarsely, "What happened to you?"
A figure was reflected in his pupils.
Long hair that shifted from pitch-black to silver-white fluttered in the air. Illusory blood-red curved horns emerged from between the strands. A golden vertical slit split open at the center of the scarlet