Eternal Silence Throat Mortis finally gathered enough power in the White Bone Horn. Its deathly force could wither all things and freeze souls.
His hollow eye sockets locked onto Qin Chuan. He raised the horn, ready to sound the final note.
But an instant before he could unleash his Divine Might, a blurred shadow closed in.
Qin Chuan slipped along the edge of the Death Silence Domain. Night of No Light silently stabbed toward the wrist holding the horn.
Slash!
Bone harder than divine iron shattered. Dark green Divine Blood sprayed out.
Mortis let out a stifled roar of pain. The Death Might he had built to its peak ran wild and turned on him, shaking his massive body and throwing the black-gray mist around him into disarray.
"How is that possible?!"
Mortis could not believe it.
Qin Chuan's speed and timing were flawless. His grasp of combat far surpassed Mortis's own.
He was nothing like an ordinary person. He fought like a master warrior who had survived countless battles.
But that made no sense. This world had only just become a hunting ground. How could someone like him already exist here?
His speed was more than mere quickness. He toyed with space almost by instinct.
"Go!"
Soul Devouring Monarch Gregor reacted first. His Scarlet Chains whipped around, no longer striking at Qin Chuan. Instead, they tore open the space before him, and he tried to escape through it.
He could see it now. This human was no longer a mortal they could push around at will.
The disappearance of the Land of Divine Remains had not left them a lamb for the slaughter. It had unleashed a prehistoric Fierce Beast in human skin!
"Leaving? Did you ask me first?"
Qin Chuan's voice was cold, with a hint of mockery.