The night hung like a heavy curtain, exuding an eerie, desolate aura.
Blood Red Sword Qi slashed through the darkness. A streak of crimson light pierced the lingering resentment, driving straight through the thousand-foot-tall Resentment Giant. In an instant, the colossal entity froze in its tracks, as if time itself had stopped.
Dongfang Qing, manipulating the giant's head, suddenly felt his control over the beast slip away.
"What are you doing? Move! Do you want to die?
"If you want to die, don't drag me down with you!"
No one answered. Silence reigned. Why was this happening? Even though he controlled the head, why weren't the other four responding? Dongfang Qing was utterly baffled.
Instead, Shen Bai provided the answer. Glancing at the man while gripping Cold Moon, he stated, "They don't want to die. They are already dead."
