When the last clan elder fell, Qiu Chenzhou's body reached its limit. The vertical pupils between his brows slowly closed, and the violent power in his body gradually subsided. His body slowly fell to the ground, and the blood-colored spear turned into dots of blood and dissipated.
"It's over..." Qiu Chenzhou murmured in a low voice, the blood in his eyes faded, replaced by deep darkness.
He looked up at the wellhead, and the moonlight shone through the gap at the wellhead, reflecting on his pale face. His body trembled slightly, and although the power in his body subsided, its residual power was still there, as if it might explode again at any time.
"Father... I will avenge you..." He whispered, with a hint of coldness and determination in his voice.
