The scene was set amidst the vast expanse of the heavens, where the fate of Sam hung precariously in the balance. In the face of imminent danger, Huo Gong's maniacal grin painted a grim portrait against the backdrop of the sprawling skies.
The principles governing cultivation dictated the impossible; flight was a privilege reserved solely for those who had ascended to the Xiantian realm. The stark truth was clear – anyone not attuned to this higher realm risked a fatal plunge from such heights. Despite his considerable prowess, Sam faced the same grim fate; even a master at the peak of the Houtian realm would meet a grisly demise hurtling from thousands of feet above.
For Huo Gong, this murder seemed an effortless act, a grim tableau of inevitability.