Magnus's eyes widened in shock, as his breath grew labored, a luxury it seemed. Air began to slip away from his throat.
Death?
To Magnus, that word was so alien, yet so familiar.
His hands were stained with plenty of blood, yet death was something he never considered for himself.
He was a Tribulation Transcending strongman, and a member of the Divines Hall, no less. Who in this world would dare to harm him?
With a thud, Magnus hit the ground as a nearby strongman turned deathly pale. Is he looking my way now? Could he be in the mood for killing?
"With too many lice, one stops itching. So, you might as well go and keep them company, that's what loyalty demands, after all."
Ye Ling sneered and advanced towards him as the strongman retreated wildly, flailing his arms, with terror writ large in his eyes, "No! You can't kill me! I didn't hurt those Huaxia people, it wasn't me!"
