What did one hundred-thousandth of a second even mean?
Could you imagine splitting one second into a hundred thousand parts?
Before you could even comprehend how brief that span was, he had already passed by your side hundreds of thousands of times.
In such a fleeting instant, when the vast majority believed King Yama was certain to win, the situation suddenly changed!
Lin Zhen struck like lightning. In the gap between King Yama's two slashes, he landed a hit!
Pfft~~~~!
King Yama had never expected Lin Zhen to seize that one hundred-thousandth of a second. Before he could make any response, Lin Zhen's sword pierced his throat!
The blade light that had filled the sky vanished in an instant, and the arena returned to silence.
What people saw was Lin Zhen's sword piercing his opponent's throat, while King Yama held up the Death God Scythe in one hand and gripped Lin Zhen's longsword with the other.
This sight shocked everyone!
Lin Zhen, who had seemed completely unable to resist, had actually launched a desperate counterattack. King Yama, ranked among the top three of the Endless Race, had encountered an unprecedentedly formidable challenge.
But no one believed Lin Zhen had won yet. King Yama would not fall so easily.
"Cough, cough, cough!"
King Yama coughed several times, blood froth spilling from the corners of his mouth.
One of his hands gripped Lin Zhen's sword tightly, black energy swirling around it and blocking the power Lin Zhen was trying to push forward.
He slowly pulled the sword outward with one hand. Although Lin Zhen wanted to shred his head apart, he could not do so. King Yama's star power was still just as formidable.
In a contest of absolute strength, Lin Zhen was still at a disadvantage.
But Lin Zhen had