Kun struggled to take a breath, his face showing no signs of fear.
The path of cultivation was like this—either you kill, or you are killed. No one knows when they will stop moving forward.
He, too, had reached this level, and the number of beings who had died by his hand was countless. To call him the Slaughter of Souls or an executioner would be an understatement.
Naturally, he was prepared for death. So now, when death came, he would face it with calm acceptance.
"It's over..."
Watching the ten-thousand-meter giant raise its fist once again, Kun sighed deeply, looking up at the sky above, waiting for the end of his life.
However, at that moment, the sky was suddenly shrouded in a faint blood-red hue, and a vast, chilling aura descended from the distance in an instant!
In that moment, Kun shuddered, his thoughts briefly freezing. His face then filled with disbelief.
