Creation Monument

Gun smoke filled the valley, and the smell of blood and the bitterness of scorched earth mixed together, condensing into a suffocating wind. Ning Zhe leaned on a spear and barely stood. His body was covered with arrows, and the blood hole on his chest was gurgling with blood. He stared intently at the figure not far away - Xu Hong, his once most trusted brother, was now holding a bloody scimitar and staring at him coldly. "Xu! Hong!" Ning Zhe roared, every word draining his remaining vitality, "I will never let you go even if I'm a ghost!!" The hatred is overwhelming and the resentment corrodes the bones. He spent his entire life cultivating himself to protect thousands of people, but he failed to prevent this fatal blow from behind. The formation was broken, the city gate was opened, and the brothers turned against each other... It turned out that this was the burial place carefully built for him from the beginning. There was no movement on Xu Hong's face, he just slowly raised the knife in his hand. The sun fell on the cold blade, and the dazzling light flashed across Ning Zhe's face. "Zheng——" The sharp sound of the sharp blade breaking through the wind is the last sound of this world. He clearly felt a chill on his neck, and then his vision started to spin. He saw a headless body standing on its own, its head hit the ground heavily, its cheek pressed against the cold ground. Darkness, endless darkness swallowed him up, depriving him of his vision, his hearing, and all his perceptions. The soul seems to be thrown into the endless sea of ​​nothingness, sinking continuously and being wrapped in the cold silence of death.