The tough keratin armor, the deep blue barbarian patterns that were engraved all over the body are now nowhere to be seen, with only the broken body barely held together by strained muscles.
Chi Su had not died, but his burly and robust figure had completely rotted away.
The black blood flowed incessantly down his body, and the blood of the Saint that dripped onto the ground directly corroded and penetrated the stone slabs within Barbarian City.
Yet, in contrast to Chi Su's ravaged body were his deep blue pupils.
They remained as cold as death, showing not the slightest hint of panic.
He stood above the void, looking down at everything below him.
Just like a king.
As he had when he first led his troops to march south, he received the worship of millions of subjects here.
In the end,
Chi Su's calm gaze settled on the figure in red atop the city wall.
Bang!
