C101 (2/2)

”Ying …”

With a light mutter, half of the bones in Mo Ang's body shattered, and he could no longer move. He could not avoid this punch, and as the fist got closer and closer, bigger and bigger, he closed his eyes, with a hint of regret and unwillingness …

With a bang, he fell to the ground. The longblade in his hand had long since left his hand and was nailed to the ground next to him. The cold light slowly faded away.

Mo Ang closed his eyes for a moment. He did not expect the punch. He slowly opened his eyes and was stunned by what he saw.

The big man's fist broke through Sha Ying's body. Drops of blood flowed down from his fingers and dripped onto the black soil. Sha Ying's hands tightly held onto the big man's arm, preventing him from advancing any further.

At this moment, Sha Ying slowly turned his head. With the last trace of nostalgia, he looked at Mo Ang. The corner of his mouth curled into a smile. Looking at it now, it was actually so sad and beautiful! The light in his eyes gradually faded, as if he was saying his final farewell. In the cold winter night, it was like the dimness of the last star, bringing with it a sadness that slowly faded into the darkness, never to shine again …

The big man seemed to be shocked as well. He slowly pulled his arm out and looked at the blood that was flowing out of his hand and his body turn dark. A look of contemplation flashed in his eyes.

Sha Ying's delicate body slowly fell to the ground, leaving a sorrowful arc. She fell onto the ground covered in blood without any sound, as if the entire world had become silent because of this.

Mo Ang's gaze followed Sha Ying's fall. He slowly moved and didn't leave the smile that was slowly outlined on his pale lips, and just stared blankly.

After a short time together, what awaited them was such a tragic ending. Mo Ang did not cry or shout, but slowly got up and walked step by step towards Sha Ying who had turned into a white wolf.

Every step he took was filled with immense pain. However, Mo Ang's eyes were devoid of color, his face was expressionless, and the cold wind blew on the ground, causing the war around him to continue.

While kneeling beside Sha Ying, Mo Ang opened his mouth, but he could not say anything. Looking at the cold corpse in front of him, he slowly reached out his hands and hugged Sha Ying. Fear, confusion, sadness, and anger flashed in his eyes.

Icy cold tears flowed down and dripped onto the once warm fur. Mo Ang's expression was painful to the extreme. He hugged his lover tighter.

”Aooo!”

He roared out the despair in his heart!

A roar that separated life and death was heard.

A roar filled with shattered life and hope!

He threw his head back and roared, releasing all of his emotions and echoing throughout the battlefield. All the wolf tribe members looked over when they heard his words, a trace of sadness flashing across their eyes.

Crystalline drops fell one after another in a disorderly fashion. Little snowflakes actually began to fall at this moment, making this heavy battlefield even more sorrowful and desolate.

”Roar!”

A translucent dragon that was a thousand feet long suddenly rushed out from Mo Ang's body and soared high into the sky. It attracted the attention of all the immortal wolves and they all rushed straight down straight towards the burly man who was deep in thought.

The burly man had long been pulled back from his thoughts. When he saw the incoming dragon, a cold light flashed in his eyes. He gathered his spirit energy and punched the dragon's head!

Boom!

The deafening sound was so loud that if I wasn't part of the soul, I would have covered my ears and rolled on the ground. The man's right fist was slowly shattering and dissipating. In just a moment, only half of it remained! The big man's left hand was placed on his right arm. He seemed to want to pull it back, but he didn't move at all. It was just that his speed of dissipation was a bit faster.

Ah!” The large man struggled in terror. Finally, after his entire shoulder dissipated, he let out an extremely mournful cry before turning into ashes.

The Wandering Dragon returns and disappears the moment it comes into contact with Mo Ang's body. I can clearly see that the dragon's head is a Demonic Core that is bigger than an egg! Upon a closer look, it was actually a dragon like Pill Mark. Initially, it was incomplete, but at this moment, it was swiftly extending. When the Demonic Core entered Mo Ang's mouth, it had already extended and formed a complete dragon shape.

Mo Ang's injuries quickly recovered. Although he did not completely recover, he had mostly recovered. The aura he was giving out now was much stronger than before. It must have been because of this great tragedy. His power had increased tremendously!

However, there was no joy on Mo Ang's face. In front of the great sorrow of his lover, he could not stir up even the slightest bit. The sorrow he felt was greater than the death of his heart. Perhaps it was just like this.

At this moment, Mo Ang might really wish to die. When only regret and sadness remains in his life, when life only has memories and no future, when life can only rely on the past to survive, living alone in this world, what kind of intense pain is that …