The Blood Of The Lord

The Rising Darkness

The sky above the Tianlong Clan turned a deep crimson. The air in the battlefield felt heavy, as if it were pressing down on every being still standing. Chen Wu, who had just risen from his deadly battle with Zhou Long, gazed at the horizon filled with swirling black clouds. The new power flowing within him made his blood boil, but there was a hollow feeling in his chest—a void that victory couldn't fill.

He stepped toward the rubble, trying to find any remnants of the Tianlong Clan’s forces. However, the sight before him made his heart sink.

The bodies of clan warriors were scattered everywhere. Those who had once looked down on Chen Wu now lay lifeless, their faces frozen in expressions of fear and agony. Chen Wu felt the hatred he had once harbored slowly fading, replaced by a vague sense of guilt.

"Chen Wu..." A weak voice called from the distance.

Chen Wu turned to find Patriarch Tianlong lying amidst the rubble, his body riddled with wounds. His face was pale, but his eyes still