In the Sword Casting Valley, a sinister mist, like a thick layer of ink, surged and spread wantonly, enveloping the entire valley in an impenetrable shroud.
The surrounding rocks, under this dim light, resembled ferocious beasts, baring fangs and brandishing claws.
The atmosphere within the valley was so heavy it seemed water could be wrung from it, and every wisp of air was compressed by an invisible force, weighing heavily on everyone's hearts.
Shi Feiyang stood alone, facing the tidal wave of approaching Jinyi Guards.
These Jinyi Guards had stern faces, and the Brocade Spring Sabers in their hands flickered with a cold, chilling light in the dim valley, densely packed together like a forest of chillingly gleaming sabers, emanating an aura of dread.
Shi Feiyang's expression was stern, his eyes like stars in a winter night, exuding a light of determination and fearlessness.
