The atmosphere on the scene seemed to be instantly gripped by an invisible giant hand.
It was so heavy, like layers of thick lead clouds, weighing directly on everyone's heart, suffocating them.
The air seemed to be completely drained by a mysterious and powerful force.
It became thin and suffocating, the dead silence clinging to everyone like a shadow, wrapping around them in strands.
The common people were already frightened out of their wits by this shocking spectacle, scattering like startled birds.
In an instant, they disappeared without a trace, leaving only a desolate and empty backstreet, like an abandoned wasteland, becoming the sole battlefield of this life-and-death struggle.
Xu Wendong stood there quietly, as if detached from this clamoring and deathly silence, ignoring everything around him.
His eyes were sharp and cold, like the coldest star sparkling in a cold night, deep and mysterious, intimidating to behold.
