Everything had occurred far too suddenly.
He couldn't find a way to dodge, nor did he have the time to defend.
After the Heavenly Reality God shouted "An Lin, accept your death!", it seemed as though everything had already become a foregone conclusion.
An indescribable pain started to shoot through An Lin's entire body. Blood gushed from his wounds like fountains, and not a single inch of his body was uninjured or intact—including his handsome face.
"Hahaha! Weren't you all smug and cocky just then? Do you understand the taste of death now?"
The two halves of the Heavenly Reality God's body started to slowly stitch back together.
"Die! Die! Die!"
The Heavenly Reality God's exclamations were like heavenly decrees. Each of his utterances severely wounded An Lin's body, causing his bodily functions to quickly deteriorate under the influence of some mystical power.
