Power Awakening: Awakening The Sun At The Beginning

Chen Changkong stared at the boundless plain. The hundreds of giant gray wolves in front of him seemed to be messengers sent by the God of Death, exuding a gloomy aura. He slowly lowered his head, his eyes becoming as deep as the sea, with an unchallengeable majesty.

"You..." Chen Changkong's tone was as cold as ice, and every word was like a cold stone cut from an iceberg, exuding an icy cold air. He slowly raised his hand, and the mysterious power condensed in it seemed to swallow up the entire world.

"Since you insist on dying, then let me..." Chen Changkong's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a cruel smile. "Let me destroy you with my own hands!"

With a loud shout, Chen Changkong disappeared instantly, leaving only an afterimage echoing in the air.

The next moment, he suddenly appeared among the giant wolves. He raised his hand and waved, and a powerful energy burst out instantly. Dozens of giant gray wolves scattered in all directions as if blown away by the strong wind. With shrill screams, countless flesh and blood exploded in the air, dyeing the entire plain red.

Chen Changkong looked at the group of wolves in front of him without any expression on his face. He soon realized that it was a bit shameful for him to directly participate in this battle.

At this moment, an idea suddenly flashed in his mind. Why not let your own beasts deal with this group of wolves, while you can save your strength to deal with more powerful enemies.

So, Chen Changkong turned around and stared at those huge figures - his beasts. These beasts are all huge in stature and unparalleled in strength. Dealing with a group of wolves is like a tiger trying to infiltrate a flock of sheep.

There is an indescribable tacit understanding between Chen Changkong and his beasts. They had a clear understanding of each other, and as soon as the beasts caught a glimpse of Chen Changkong's eyes, they understood his intentions. They showed the excitement and determination of hunting, as if bloodthirsty beasts were about to hunt.

Except for the most powerful beasts such as Amon Reen, the other beasts all let out shocking roars. Then, like a violent flash flood, they rushed towards the wolves unstoppably.

The wolves were frightened when they saw that the situation was not good, but it was too late to escape. The beasts were like giant beasts flying from the sky, sweeping in at a speed that was beyond the reach of the naked eye.

The wolves panicked under the fierce attack of the beasts, but they could no longer escape. The beasts swept in like a storm, with claws like rain and fangs like swords, wreaking havoc among the wolves. In an instant, the wolves were completely destroyed by the ferocious and merciless attacks of the beasts.

One after another, the giant gray wolves were transformed into flesh and blood under the huge power of the beasts, and their blood dyed the grassland red. The green grass was soaked in blood and turned into a desolate blood red. In a short period of time, this once peaceful grassland has turned into a bloody slaughterhouse.

The hunting of the beasts ended quickly. The wolves that were active here a moment ago have now disappeared without a trace.

It was replaced by a sea of ​​blood. The corpses of the wolf pack members were scattered in all directions, bloody and fleshy, all over the originally green grassland.

What was once a vibrant life has now turned into a decaying wreckage. In the last moments of their lives, they must have felt what despair was.

Life withered under the claws of the beast, turning into pieces of unrecognizable meat.

The originally vibrant scene on the grassland has now become a symbol of death. The smell of blood filled the air, giving people a terrifying feeling of complete extinction of life.

At the last moment of his life, did the Wolf King also feel the death of his companions and the desperate situation facing the entire species? Is it also shrouded in despair and fear?

Chen Changkong stared at the plain that turned to blood, silent in the desolation. At the same time, a voice that sounded like a long-lost encounter broke through the silence.

"This vast Dead Sea is a symbol of our kind."

The owner of this voice is a young man with a delicate appearance and unparalleled handsomeness. However, the temperament exuding around him is completely different from his appearance. The aura about him would only make people think of a madman, a murderer, or a demon.

Looking at the handsome young man in front of him, Chen Changkong frowned slightly. He recognized this young man. His name was Ruan Zhaofeng and he was from the Ruan family.

There are some grudges between Chen Changkong and the Ruan family, and the Ruan family attaches great importance to seniority. Since the Ruan Zhaofeng in front of him has a seniority, he should be related to Ruan Zhaowa who he killed before.

Chen Changkong asked calmly: "Are you saying that we are both sons of God, or are we both human beings?"

After hearing Chen Changkong's words, Ruan Zhaofeng chuckled. "Hahaha! How is that possible! Human beings are not the same kind as us at all. Haven't you faced your own heart? You and I are both murderers."

"A murderer?" After hearing the word "murderer" from Ruan Zhaofeng's mouth, Chen Changkong frowned slightly and murmured.

Ruan Zhaofeng's eyes were red, his face was distorted, his whole body exuded a cold aura, and his tone was full of fanaticism and morbidity:

"Our murderers are ferocious and cruel people. We take killing as joy, pleasure, and pleasure. Killing is our salvation. We use it to cleanse our sinful hearts and seek spiritual liberation.

Killing is our delicacy. We use it to taste the taste of life and feel the temptation of death. Despair is our medicine, it is how we heal the wounds of pain and how we find the strength to survive. Brutality is how we build our bodies. We use this to forge a ruthless body to withstand the troubles of the world.

You are all of our kind, complicit in evil, and share in evil deeds. Our cruelty and evil will be followed by you. You will be immersed in the joy of killing, taste the taste of life, and feel the temptation of death. You will fall into the abyss of despair and seek spiritual relief.

That's right, murderers take pleasure in killing, take killing as salvation, take killing as food, use despair as good medicine, and use cruelty to build their bodies. This is the murderer, and you are my kind. "

Ruan Zhaofeng's voice echoed in the bloody air like a ghost, and his face full of madness twisted into a strange smile.

His words seemed like demonic voices emerging from the abyss. They were low and hoarse, exuding a sickening evil and perversion.

Looking at Ruan Zhaofeng who looked like a madman in front of him, Chen Changkong sneered disdainfully, with contempt in his eyes.

Ruan Zhaofeng's eyes were red, his whole body exuded a cold and terrifying aura, and his face had a twisted and ferocious expression, like an evil ghost from hell.

"Ruan Zhaofeng, I am not your kind! A lunatic like you should go to hell to find your kind."

Before he finished speaking, Chen Changkong stamped his feet fiercely and moved in an instant in front of Ruan Zhaofeng. His eyes widened in anger, the muscles all over his body swelled, and he swung his right arm out like a giant dragon. His fist, carrying hurricane-like airflow, hit Ruan Zhaofeng's chest hard!

This punch was astonishingly powerful, as fast as lightning, and carried overwhelming murderous intent. Just when the fist was about to hit the target, the air made a loud "bang" sound, as if the heaven and earth were shaking!

Before Ruan Zhaofeng could react, he was sent flying by the punch. A large mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, his face was as pale as paper, and he looked like he had been severely injured.

Chen Changkong retracted his fist and looked at Ruan Zhaofeng coldly, with deep disgust in his eyes: "Go to hell, you beast!"