Chapter 343 The Fall Of The Tyrant

The autumn breeze gently rustled the maple leaves, causing them to gracefully descend to the ground. The chilly wind of autumn brought a sense of desolation and melancholy, enveloping the scene in a somber silence. Zhang Xiao Lazzari knelt in silence, bowing his head to Yulian, leaving a trail of blood on the ground. It was uncertain whether the marks were from the fallen maple leaves or the blood trickling down from Zhang Xiao Lazzari's forehead. Huotian Hong observed the scene with a heavy heart, feeling a pang of sorrow for the once mighty hero now reduced to such a pitiful state.