Immediately, Caine stumbled upon another enemy.
This time, they weren't veiled.
It was a male humanoid entity, with a body covered in rune-etched white chitin scales, the gaps filled with veins of chaotic earth qi.
Long, sharp claws extended from its fingers, and atop its head, dozens of unblinking eyes were neatly arranged above a grotesque mouth filled with countless blade-like teeth.
Potent killing intent radiated off the creature.
Its gaze locked onto Caine, and immediately, he frowned.
'…how…'
This entity's killing intent was so overwhelming that it nearly made him pass out. He had never experienced anything like it before.
But again, he remained calm. There was no escape—no salvation beyond what he could carve for himself. It was either victory or death.
There was no running from the all-encompassing hand of Fate. He would either soar or fall.
BANG!
