Jun Wu Yao wrapped Jun Wu Xie in an embrace, looking into her vacant eyes that had lost focus. Those eyes had been stained red by blood and she was trying her hardest to wide them wide, eyes that had lost their former brilliance, and Jun Wu Yao's heart winced painfully.
When has his little one ever had to suffer such aggrievement?
Jun Wu Yao's soft voice replied:
"Mm, I've come. No one will be able to hurt you anymore."
When he raised his eyes once again, that pair of violet were shining with thick and roiling murder.
Jun Wu Yao's appearance caused everyone present to freeze in shock. The pair of violet eyes swept over the mass of people, grim and foreboding the nightmare that was about to descend. The thick cloud of black mist gathering in the sky was becoming denser and denser, the sun's rays completely blocked out as the dark shadow of death covered the land.
