With a loud bang, the towering statue of the saint collapsed, countless blood fogs were suddenly extinguished, and even the blood and flesh that seeped into the cracks of the rock walls withered and died in an instant, turning into dead matter.
An Nan felt an immense fear for the first time, not just because he sensed the power of the High Priest who should have been dead, but more so because of the young man's viciousness and persistence.
He wasn't afraid of the strength of his enemies.
Because no matter how strong an opponent he faced, the worst that could happen was death.
You might defeat me, but you can't break me from the inside.
But this time, he felt some fear in his heart.
