"Kill!"
Countless streams of blood erupted from the surface of the killing-intent puppet trapped in the dimensional space. This was an imitation of Blood Robe's technique.
The Blood of Slaughter, formed by sacrificing a life from the Original Sin World, turned into blade after blade.
Countless blades stabbed out from every part of the Devouring Serpent's body, tearing it apart while also shattering the space.
The killing-intent puppet, having struggled free from the Devouring Serpent with great effort, wore a smile on its face. It was the smile of the Sword of Killing Intent's spirit.
Did you see that?!
I'm no longer afraid of you now!!!
Then, the Sword of Killing Intent saw a scene that filled it with despair.
Chen Yi hovered high above the spatial rift, his eyes devoid of the slightest ripple, containing only indifference.
Blazing swords carrying terrifying fluctuations arrived before it, while forty-nine ferocious wolves had already surrounded it.
Every blazing sword blasted apart a mass of Blood of Slaughter. This was a disparity in quality that numbers could not make up for.
The ferocious wolves flashed past, leaving gruesome wounds on the killing-intent puppet as flames burned its bloody garments.
It couldn't win...
That was the Sword of Killing Intent's spirit's only thought at that moment.
It was afraid!
The Sword of Killing Intent's spirit's fear of Chen Yi surged forth once more, far surpassing what it had felt before.
After the body's instinct retreated, the second will hidden within this body also retreated.
The scarlet color faded from the body, replaced by purple.
It seemed to be constantly changing tactics, but in truth, there was no difference from courting death.
The Greed Demon, who had already forgotten his own name, did not possess a particularly strong will. Rather, he had forgotten most things.