Duan Jiuzhang had long since shut his eyes tight, his face filled with sorrow.
Unable to bear the misery before him any longer, he wished only for a swift death.
Though fear lingered in Li Qing's eyes, the fury in his chest seemed ready to burst through his body.
His eyes were wide with rage, and he wished he could swallow Zuo Yan alive and flay him whole.
But the gap in strength was simply too vast. In the end, there was nothing he could do.
"Open your eyes..." Zuo Yan looked at Duan Jiuzhang, his expression calm, his tone carrying an unquestionable mockery.
No matter how desperately Duan Jiuzhang resisted, it was useless.
His eyelids were still forced apart by an unfathomable power of Creation. The corners of his eyes split open, and two streams of bloody tears slowly slid down his dark face. "I will make you watch with your own eyes as your juniors are crushed one by one like ants!"
"Pfft!"
Without any warning, Li Qing did not even have time to let out a wail before his entire body was instantly blown apart by the immense force Zuo Yan unleashed.
A crimson mist of blood mixed with tiny scraps of flesh became a rain of gore, splashing Li Shun and Duan Jiuzhang from head to toe.
Duan Jiuzhang's throat rattled as though he wanted to spit out one final curse, yet he was held fast, unable to force out even a single word.
The light in his eyes dimmed inch by inch, as though he had fallen completely into despair.
Seeing Duan Jiuzhang surrender so quickly, Zuo Yan immediately found it dull.
But after examining Li Shun closely, he seemed to have found himself a new toy.
"Why aren't you afraid?" Zuo Yan tilted his