A Formidable Fighter Comes Killing

As the golden light within his body was continuously devoured, snow-white strands appeared in the Blue Moon Clan youth's hair. His skin visibly lost its elasticity, wrinkles spreading across it.

At first, those wrinkles were fine and shallow, but as the gray threads devoured more and more fortune, the Blue Moon Clan youth's wrinkles deepened.

In the blink of an eye, he changed from a youth in the full blaze of his prime into a decrepit old man on his last legs.

"H-How is this possible? What kind of law is this? How could it be so terrifying?!" The other Blue Moon Clan youth panicked, unable to believe what he was seeing.

A lowly race of vermin had actually drained all the fortune from a high-ranking Spirit Race member in a single move?

"Save... save me!" The white-haired Blue Moon Clan youth stretched out his wrinkled, dry, aged hand toward his companion, begging for help.

"Brother, you... hold on first. I'll go call someone!" The other Blue Moon Clan youth ran off without even looking back, clearly having no intention of caring whether his "brother" lived or died.

Cherishing one's life was the nature of every living being.

The Blue Moon Clan was a higher-ranking Spirit Race, and they had always regarded the Human Race as a lowly race, as ants.

But when they discovered that among a swarm of ants was one especially huge ant, huge enough to swallow them whole, they would be afraid too.

"You... you bastard, I'll fuck your mother!" The Blue Moon Clan youth wrapped in gray threads cursed weakly.

Hold on?

If he could hold on, would he need to call for help?

He could not understand it. There were two of them, while the Great Xia youth was alone. Why did his companion