The sky, connected to the earth, stretches infinitely, all a blood-red hue.
The wind carries a thick scent of blood, feeling so heavy as it brushes against the face, leaving a sticky bloodiness that makes one's limbs feel burdened.
After an unknown length of time, when everything settled down, the surroundings became frighteningly quiet, no sound to be heard.
He seemed to have exhausted all his Spiritual Power, appearing so fatigued at that moment.
Jun Moyan looked at Wen Xiao'ai, peaceful in his arms, slowly raised his hand, and gently but tenderly caressed her little blood-stained face, his fingertips trembling uncontrollably.
Tears fell one by one onto her face, mixing with the blood on her face, transforming into bloody water.
His chin lightly pressed against her forehead, Jun Moyan trembled violently.
His breathing tugged at the wounds on his body, along with his heart, each breath was an aching spasm, unbearably painful, nearly killing him with pain.
"Xiaoguai..."
