The rain hit Lin Feng's blood-stained knuckles, dripping with the last of Xia Xiaoxue's warm body temperature. Behind him were the corpses of his brothers, some with their eyes still wide open, frozen in the moment they were blocking the knife for him. He clenched the blood-stained dagger hidden in his arms. The blade cut through the palm of his hand, and the blood seeped into the black soil under his feet. "From today on, I, Lin Feng, will walk on bones! I will turn over the sky in this underground world!"
