Inside the White House.
The instant Yu Xing finished speaking with that teasing remark, it was as though the Blood Moon had finally decided to stop talking to its prey. Suspended in "Emily's" eyes and reflected through the phantom window across the entire room, the crimson moon suddenly blazed with unprecedented brilliance!
It was no longer a simple beam of light. Instead, a viscous blood-red waterfall, radiating a bone-chilling glow, poured down on Yu Xing from the ceiling, the walls, and every corner of the void!
The light was so dense it seemed almost liquid, completely drowning Yu Xing. It was eerie and beautiful, like a grand sacrifice staged for the sole purpose of destruction.
Yet at the heart of that crimson torrent, the black branches of the curse erupted with an even deeper darkness, like the most unyielding reefs.
Countless twisted branches, covered in patterns of annihilation, unfurled wildly behind Yu Xing, forming an impenetrable barrier.
The power of the curse became tangible black mist, furiously devouring and annihilating the blood-red moonlight pouring down upon it!
Red and black, vastness and silence—two forces diametrically opposed yet equally terrifying collided violently in the cramped space, making a teeth-grating sizzling sound. Their light flickered erratically, and for a time, they seemed evenly matched.
Yu Xing stood at the very center of the countless writhing branches. The gale whipped at his clothes and hair, but his figure remained as steady as a rock. His eyes glimmered with a cold light like shattered stars, so deep they seemed connected to an endless abyss.
By now, he had shed every trace of humanity. He was more like a colossal tree rooted in eternal darkness and nothingness, confronting the rolling, roaring celestial body in the sky, which radiated boundless madness and knowledge, with the annihilation