"No, I can't accept this..."
Hong Tiande's trembling voice was filled with unwillingness and anguish. The last wisp of his life force was completely extinguished, and he died with his eyes wide open.
His furious, wide-open eyes seemed to roar with the unwillingness and regret in his heart. The ghastly, glaring wound on his chest, still pouring out fresh blood, was a sight too gruesome to behold.
Hong Yu slowly retracted his Breaking Army Spear, staring blankly at the breathless corpse of Hong Tiande. His expression was complex—a mix of emotion, hesitation, and a thread of excitement. In the past, a single glance from Hong Tiande had been enough to nearly strip him of the will to resist. Now, the once-lofty Seventh Elder lay dead by his own hand.
The stark contrast between then and now made Hong Yu feel the immense change that strength brought.
