The already dark sky was instantly shrouded in a thick, ink-like haze.
The thick clouds, like a surging black ocean, rolled and surged wildly across the sky, emitting a deep and awe-inspiring roar.
It was as if a towering mountain, about to collapse, was pressing down on the earth with overwhelming force.
The oppressive atmosphere, almost suffocating, was like an invisible yet unbreakable giant net, tightly enveloping all things in the world.
Everyone who looked up at this scene felt their hearts involuntarily rise, as if a cold, invisible hand was tightly gripping their hearts.
It made their breathing rapid and heavy, and each heartbeat seemed to be accompanied by the trembling of the earth.
Everyone was eagerly anticipating that their regent would emerge victorious in this thrilling battle.
They sincerely hoped that she would return unscathed and intact from this fierce battle, continuing to protect their lives and safeguard the peace and prosperity of this land.
In the sky, the fierce battle between Qin Qianluo and the Heavenly Dao continued in full swing.
In the pitch-black clouds, dazzling white light flashes intermittently, like sharp blades gleaming with cold light, seemingly about to tear the dark clouds apart mercilessly.
That was a deadly attack unleashed by the Heavenly Dao with its immense power; every ray of light contained an aura of destruction.
Every now and then, bursts of blazing fire would appear, like a roaring, raging dragon of flame, radiating intense heat as if to set the entire sky ablaze.
That was the power of the Crimson Sky controlled by Qin Qianluo rising up in resistance, each flame filled with an indomitable will.
The two intertwined and collided, unleashing astonishing energy fluctuations, each collision accompanied by a deafening roar.
It was as if the entire world was trembling under the impact of this earth-shattering power, and even space itself seemed to have cracks appearing, as if it were about to collapse at any moment.
On the ground, many people were already unconsciously infected by the tense and terrifying atmosphere, and they all knelt down.
Their expressions were devout and solemn, their foreheads pressed to the ground, their hands clasped together, their eyes closed, silently praying in their hearts.
Their lips trembled slightly as they whispered prayers, their voices filled with endless anticipation and fear.
It was as if every word carried their hopes for the future and their reverence for fate.
This prayer was offered both to the brave and fearless regent who carried the hopes of the people, and to themselves.
Hopefully, this seemingly endless and thrilling battle will end soon, dispelling the gloom that shrouds the world and restoring peace and tranquility.
To allow them to return to a peaceful and beautiful life, and for children to laugh in the sunshine.
To allow the elderly to enjoy their later years in peace and tranquility, and to make this land full of life and vitality once again.
The young emperor's eyes seemed to be filled with blood, his crimson gaze fixed intently on the red figure that was retreating steadily in the fierce battle.
His eyes were filled with a mixture of heart-wrenching pity and the frustration of unfulfilled ambitions.
Her hands were clenched into fists as if in a spasm, her knuckles turning pale from the excessive force, and the veins on the back of her hands stood out abruptly like writhing earthworms.
His fingernails dug deep into his palm, and bright red blood slowly seeped out from between his fingers, dripping heavily onto the ground beneath his feet, forming dark blood flowers.
It's as if a tragic painting has been drawn on the earth, silently expressing the anger and helplessness in my heart at this moment.
That bright red figure was none other than the regent, revered by all the people of Zhaoning Kingdom.
With her mortal body, she resolutely embarked on this magnificent journey that rivaled that of the gods.
Like a beacon, it attempts to pierce through layers of darkness, solely to create a peaceful and tranquil haven for the countless people of Zhaoning Kingdom, and indeed for all living beings under heaven.
To enable the people to live and work in peace and contentment on this land, free from the ravages of war and strife, and protected from natural disasters and man-made calamities.
As for himself, though he was the ruler of a country and possessed the world, at this critical juncture of life and death, he was like a tiger trapped in a cage.
He had lofty ambitions and passionate enthusiasm, but he was powerless to lend a helping hand to the regent, and could only look up anxiously.
They could only watch helplessly as the Regent, all alone, endured the overwhelming onslaught from the Heavenly Dao.
This profound sense of powerlessness, like a heavy, towering mountain, pressed mercilessly on her heart.
This made it increasingly difficult for her to breathe, each inhalation feeling like she was trying to break through a thick, airtight barrier.
Her chest was filled with a suffocating sense of oppression and heaviness, as if an invisible hand was tightly gripping her throat.
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