A thunderous roar echoed, and Ji Mo trembled violently in his flowing black robe, his true energy surging within him.
The bodies of old companions lay before him, each person here had once fought alongside him in conquering the world.
Memories of the past flooded his mind, their faces and laughter appearing like a distant era.
Blood still warm, lives extinguished, hundreds of brothers from the Black Dragon Society cleanly slaughtered, leaving only their chairman standing alone.
How could such a profound enmity ever find resolution?
Roar...
Ji Mo bellowed three times consecutively, his eyes gleaming with blood as if possessed by a demonic force.
Each howl carried immense weight, resonating like an ancient beast roaring in agony.
"Third Brother!"
From behind, Bai Zhan shouted, tears welling in his eyes.
Despite their usual bickering, Bai Zhan knew better than anyone the profound connection Ji Mo held with the Black Dragon Society.