The ground was already covered with mountains of corpses and rivers of blood.
The School of Sword Arts' Supreme Chief Heng Tianxiao stood amidst the pools of blood as he looked at the figure before him in great despair.
Even though he had already stepped into tier two of the Divine level and even though he could already move at akin to light speed, he still could not sense any hint of hope.
It was because the monster before him was even faster and stronger than him.
Inside this formation in the Imperial Capital—in this alternate world that was independent from the timeline—he was like a canary that was trapped in a bird cage, unable to even escape.
Standing before Heng Tianxiao, the Red Mage King smiled. With his thick finger, he gently poked off a Conferred Knight's parietal skull bones and sucked up the brain tissue like he was slurping up soup.
