The fierce wind howled.
Four blood-colored giant dragons surrounded Shen Ye, emitting low roars filled with murderous intent.
Shen Ye remained fearlessly composed, finishing his sentence:
"—Or should I say, are you scared?"
"Scared?" A word squeezed through the clenched teeth of the Shadow of the White Night Spirit King.
He suddenly regained his usual composure and elegance, chuckling and shaking his head:
"Even now, do you still think you can defeat me?"
"Well then—"
The four blood-colored giant dragons abruptly retracted and returned to the castle.
The whole majestic and terrifying giant castle silently crumbled, collapsed, and vanished.
The spot transformed into a blood-colored swamp.
The Shadow of the White Night Spirit King gazed at the blood-colored swamp with a nostalgic look and said:
"This Truth Creation, belonging solely to me, began as this blood-colored swamp."
"Of course, it only possesses the strength of a single layer of Truth."
