As those softly spoken words rang out, the Starlight Figure paused slightly and began to turn around.
But at that very instant, his movements suddenly froze.
He lowered his head and looked at his chest.
A crimson sword had pierced through his chest from behind, its sharp blade protruding from the front.
"You—"
The Starlight Figure parted his lips slightly, as though he wanted to say something.
Pfft—
At that moment, blood-red radiance erupted within his body, like thorns sprouting and growing inside him. From within to without, they pierced through his skin and his body.
He tried to move, but the bloody thorns growing from within his body held him up, leaving him unable to move even an inch.
Like a specimen nailed to the earth, he could neither move nor struggle.
Twisted, terrifying power was spilling from those bloody thorns, little by little tearing apart his body, his soul, and the integrity of the power he had barely managed to protect.
This power that destroyed everything was so strong that it seemed as though everything in the world could be ripped apart and annihilated by it.
Thud—thud—thud—
Soft footsteps slowly sounded behind him. A figure drenched in blood and clad in a purple robe slowly emerged from behind and appeared before him.
"You..."
He lowered his head and stared at the figure before him. The surrounding void trembled as he spoke in a hoarse, low voice. "The power of the God of War?!"
He Ao did not answer. He merely lowered his head, studying the Starlight Figure's body and the Blood Thorns that had pierced through him entirely.
He did not have much of the God of War's power left. He could only use his own power as a framework and attach the God of War's power to