Only a head was left, floating in the endless mist, his eyes filled with terror, shifting restlessly in the darkness.
The man who had once been invincible could now move nothing but his eyes and his mouth that could not make a sound.
At that moment, a sharp dagger appeared before him, thrusting straight toward the center of his brow.
A chilling sensation passed through his skull, a faint breeze seemingly blowing through it, bringing with it a slow and enduring pain that extracted his soul from his body.
It was over...
He, who had been tormented by nightmares for what seemed like a century, actually felt a hint of relief.
The world built of fog began to collapse, shattering into pieces and dissipating completely...
...
In the very center of the battlefield, Terrell took a deep breath of relief as he watched Qianqian suddenly arrive at the scene, after an initial few seconds of panic, he lowered the longbow he had fully drawn.