[Puff!]
"Don't…"
Blood splattered in the Void as a terrifying expression appeared on the face of the Winged Elve with handsome features and a muscular body; his face paled, and he desperately tried to escape with feelings of regret and pleas for mercy.
His entire body turned cold, and even his Spirit trembled.
Right now, his entire figure was enveloped by a terrifying killing intent!
He wanted to resist, and for that, he sacrificed his strongest weapon that released all of its Mystical Power like a surging tide.
The divine light of the weapon surged like a flood and held might that could obliterate Emperor realm cultivators without issue.
Alas! The sword lights in front of him didn't budge. The might of his weapon was reflected without effort, and the sword light penetrated his forehead between his eyebrows.
