In the southern region of Japan, a horrifying monster with eight heads and eight tails was locked in a life-and-death standoff with a young man.
If one only witnessed this scene, they would never imagine that this place used to be a modern city brimming with buildings.
Because with a single swipe of Orochi's paw, everything had been destroyed, ceasing to exist.
"Using such great strength, aren't you afraid that you might slap the Evil God to death?" Xiao Chen stood calmly on the sheared and smooth ground, his white garments fluttering, spotless.
The storm whipped up by Orochi seemed to have no effect on him whatsoever.
"With his strength, he wouldn't be so easily killed. But as for those few remaining sorry survivors, it's tough to say!" Orochi said, "You had the chance and the capability to save them just now, but you didn't make a move!"
