"Fallen God ..."
The sword of judgement pierced through Lu Xin's heart, but it did not affect him.
However, his body was pulled down by Lu Xin, and their eyes met.
The sword-wielder seemed to be extremely angry, and the mental power in his body trembled.
This kind of tremor triggered the resonance of the surrounding air, causing all kinds of chaotic sounds, including the panicked sounds of the executors in the distance, the splashing of the surrounding gravel, and the wild howling of the wind in the air, to merge together and form a heavy and chaotic voice.
"The fallen God also needs to be judged."
“..”
"Bang!"
With his words, the sword of judgment suddenly lit up with a dark red light, looking like a Red Hot branding iron.
A burning smell instantly came from Lu Xin's heart.
The mental power that was wrapped around the sword of judgment started to evaporate like a terrifying heat.
Along his wound, it was roasting his body.
