It was rather regrettable that there were not many spectators present. Otherwise, with this feat of holding up a city on one palm, he would have immediately drawn a massive wave of attention.
Layer upon layer of void was torn open, while the Artifact Spirit Chen Cheng had seized with his other hand began its final struggle.
It screamed insults, cursed wildly, and kept making little moves. Then it began begging for mercy, even offering to serve him like an ox or horse.
Yet Chen Cheng showed no reaction to this shift in attitude. When he finally grew sick of hearing it, he simply crushed it with one hand.
It was reborn once more, but this time, the Artifact Spirit was no longer numb. Instead, it was gripped by the formless terror of waiting for death to descend.
Thinking of how it could only passively wait, bit by bit, for Chen Cheng's final judgment upon its life, it began cursing the God of Light viciously.
In its eyes, if the God of Light had not stirred up trouble, it would at least have had the chance to kill itself. It would not be like this now, able only to wait for Chen Cheng to kill it.
It could be said that, at this moment, the Artifact Spirit displayed to the fullest the selfishness of the humanity it had absorbed from those Faiths.
It did not stop to consider that it had been the one to threaten the God of Light first, and that it had accepted this outcome long ago. When it had previously enjoyed the benefits brought by endless resurrection, it had been immensely pleased with itself.
Now, because it was not strong enough, this resurrection mechanism had become its restriction, and it began resenting it once again.
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