The unbearable piercing and burning pain throughout his body couldn't help but bring a shade of intolerable agony to the bottom of his eyes.
The chilling winds and the bone-piercing cold, after a short while, the frigid wind carrying snowflakes had blown a morbidly dying red onto his pale face.
The bleak moonlight that followed the disbanding clouds of the aftermath of the battle slowly shone through, casting light upon the desolate Mortal World, the bleak and barren earth.
"Teacher, you have lost."
She finally had him under her foot.
The hand grasping the Demon Spear was covered in the liquid that spurted from his body, dotting the fair skin of her hand's back.
Arao's hand gradually relaxed, and she cocked her head as she blankly gazed at her hands, seemingly lost in thought for a while.
Blood trickled along the back of her hand down to her wrist, soaking a worn red string tied there, turning it an even deeper red.
