What a terrifying gaze, filled with boundless killing intent.
Wang Lilong, writhing in unbearable pain, stared at Yun Yanshui's ferocious face, contorted like that of a wild beast. His mind went blank, and under that dreadful gaze, a surge of immense fear arose from the depths of his heart, unbidden and uncontrollable.
For a long moment, Wang Lilong couldn't snap out of his terror. His eyes remained fixed on the terrifying visage before him, a vague sense of familiarity tugging at his mind.
And then, after what felt like an eternity, memories of an old scene surfaced—a banquet during the Great Gathering of the Hundred Clans over ten years ago.
Back then, Yun Yunyang had arrived at the event with three members of the Yun clan. Among them were Yun Yantian, Yun Yanshuang, and a seemingly ordinary mortal youth—Yun Yanshui.
