In the epicenter of the crater formed by the explosion.
Lord God Charles hovers in midair, surrounded by a circle of light swords, akin to an angelic deity.
Luo Fei's disastrous state is that of a man half-kneeling on the ground, his abdomen bloody.
By any measure, he looks ready to lose.
Charles has already proved with his strength that he is the God of this world, its sole Dominator!
"Cough, cough… sorry… Grandpa."
Luo Fei feels his vision blurring: "In the end, I still need to borrow your power."
He says in his heart, struggling to stand, staring straight at Charles: "You think… you've won?"
"What are you planning to do?" Charles frowns, a bad premonition looming.
But considering that this is the real world, he calms down.
"Do you... want this?"
Luo Fei's right hand delves into his own wound, pulling out an indescribable mass of energy that casts a colorful glow.
"Are you sure about this? Hand it over, and I can mercifully grant you death."
