The moon was a crimson specter in
the night sky, casting its baleful gaze
over the battlefield. The screams of
the dying echoed through the air, a
symphony of carnage that set Zhen
Yang's blood alight.
He stood at the edge of the chaos,
his crimson robes flowing like liquid
fire, an eerie calm radiating from him
as if the carnage was nothing more
than an annoyance. Before him, the
forces of the Baijin Sect clashed with
a desperate coalition of smaller
clans, their blades flashing in futile
defiance."Kill them all," Zhen Yang
commanded, his voice cold,
resonating with abyssal authority.
Behind him, a contingent of warriors
loyal to him surged forward, their
eyes glazed with fanatic devotion
These weren't ordinary men; they
were marked by the abyss, their
strength amplified but their sanity
eroded. They tore into the enemy
lines with unrelenting brutality, their
weapons carving through flesh and
bone.
Zhen Yang strode forward, his
crimson energy flaring around him in
a deadly aura. A lone warrior charged
at him, desper etched into his
features"Demon!" the man screamed,
swinging his sword with all his
might.
Zhen Yang didn't even flinch. With a
flick of his wrist, a crimson tendril
erupted from the ground, piercing the
man's chest. The light in his eyes
faded as his body crumpled to the
ground, lifelessMore warriors came, their fear overridden by the hope of striking
him down. They failed. Each one fell
under his relentless onslaught. One
by one, their bodies piled at his feet
forming a grotesque monument to
his power.
At the heart of the battlefield, Zhen
Yang faced the Baijin Sect's leader, a
grizzled man named Elder Wei. His
silver hair was matted with blood, his
once-pristine robes torn and stained"So, you're the monster everyone
speaks of," Elder Wei growled, his
blade shimmering with blue flames.
"I'll put an end to you, for the sake of
the heavens."
Zhen Yang tilted his head, a faint
smirk tugging at his lips. "You speak
of heaven as if it cares for you, old
man. But let me show you who truly
holds dominion here.
Elder Wei lunged, his blade a blur as
it sliced through the air. But Zhen
Yang moved like a shadow, his every
step precise, his movements elegant
yet deadlyThe two clashed, their powers
shaking the earth. Elder Wei's flames
burned bright, but Zhen Yang's
abyssal energy was an all-consuming
void. With every exchange, the old
man weakened, his strikes slower,
his breathing labored.
"This is the power of the abyss,'
Zhen Yang said, his voice dripping
with mockery. "It doesn't just
consume-it evolves.
In a final, devastating blow, Zhen
Yang unleashed a wave of
wave of crimson
energy that obliterated Elder Wei's
defenses. The old man fell to his
knees, his sword clattering to the
ground."You... are no man," Elder Wei
whispered, blood trickling from his
lips. "You're a calamity..
Zhen Yang leaned closer, his crimson
eyes glowing with malice. "Then let
the calamity begin."
With a flick of his fingers, he ended
Elder Wei's life, the man's body
disintegrating into ash.As the battlefield fell silent, Zhen
Yang stood amidst the sea of
corpses. The Baijin Sect was no
more, their resistance crushed. His
followers gathered around him, their
faces a mixture of awe and terror.
"Remember this day,' Zhen Yang
said, his voice carrying over the
silence. "This is the fate of those
who oppose the Abyssal Sovereign
Spread the word--this world is mine
to claim."The crimson moon seemed to shine brighter, its light reflecting off the
blood-soaked ground. Zhen Yang
turned, his gaze fixed on the distant
horizon. His path to dominion was
paved with blood and iron, and
nothing would stand in his way.