A Single Glare
Crash— The rain poured down in sheets. Zhao Kongcheng gripped his straight blade, his dark red cloak drenched and heavy, his body covered in blood and mud, looking utterly beaten down. Yet his eyes—still shone like stars. So this… is the f*******n Ruins? Damn! This feels amazing! Across from him, the Ghost-Faced King stared in shock at his missing right arm. That pale, ghastly face twisted with disbelief. How? How had the prey he was just toying with suddenly exploded with such overwhelming strength? But the creature wasn't smart enough to figure it out—nor did it have the time. Zhao Kongcheng moved. Under the power of the Ghostbane Elixir, his body ignored all pain and wounds, returning to peak condition. Like an arrow loosed from its string, he shot straight at the
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