A Cry Towards Death (For the Silver Alliance of the Legendary Orange Cat)

Toward Death, It Cried Out (Bonus Chapter for Legendary Orange Meow's Silver Alliance)

"Neigh..."

Old Horse foamed at the mouth and let out a weak whinny. Then someone suddenly tugged on the reins, bringing him to a stop. He turned around with his master and looked at the "'one'" curled up by the roadside, trying to hide.

"You're still alive, kid."

The Master of Arms lifted an eyelid, sounding suddenly reflective. "Must've been rough."

"...Not rough, not rough at all."

Old Tang's expression twitched repeatedly. He struggled to restrain himself as he glanced at him. "You came out to handle business, sir?"

"Just looking around, looking around..."

The Master of Arms smacked his lips, listless. "Those damn bastards call me in to clean up their mess every single time. All that motherfucking crap—whoever wants to do it can do it. Annoying!"

"Then..."

Tang Qian wiped his sweat and lowered his head. "Please carry on."

"..."

The Master of Arms withdrew his gaze and flicked the reins. Riding the half-dead Old Horse, he continued onward, leaving behind only a final remark. "Come soon. I'll be waiting."

Tang Qian remained silent, saying nothing.

A rotten wind blew in from afar.

Within the blood-red vortex above the heavens, wolves howled in waves, their shrieks unceasing, like cries of grief.

Beneath the piercing blazing light of Celestial Origin, the Corpse Bell Wolf roared once more. Opening its jaws, it bit furiously at the radiance before it—seizing, seizing, and seizing more!

Fan Yun snorted coldly. His right wrist trembled slightly, then was severed at the root out of thin air, without a trace of blood.

Amid thunderous roars, the Sun-Reflecting Arrow whistled in once more from the end of the earth, its killing intent savage. Yet the Mountain Wolf abruptly appeared and caught it in