The winter thunder rumbled and rolled, electric snakes slithering through the storm.
It seemed as if a ferocious gale swept past, blowing away the thick smoke and dust, revealing the hulking figure of a flesh-torn, charred mountain of meat.
Drip... drip...
Blood dripped onto the ground, producing a faint splattering sound.
Yang Jing's white hair flew wildly, his chest heaving with heavy breaths.
"You... truly astonished me!"
"I'm so surprised—ah!!!"
Yang Jing suddenly tilted his head back, his face mangled and torn apart by the Wood Ravens, a look of madness etched across it. Behind him, the Divine Foundation's millstone illuminated violently, the divine aura cascading down to envelop his body like a translucent veil.
It was precisely this divine veil that had protected him from the relentless bombardment of six thousand Wood Ravens.
