Within the dazzling light of the blood sun, fear began to appear in the eyes of the flame giant, whose chest had been punched through by a massive hole.
"So it was."
"An Imperial Son is nothing special."
In the void, a Blood Robe Daoist strode forward, gripping the hilt of his sword and slowly drawing its scarlet blade. A frozen, terrifying aura filled heaven and earth in every direction, as though all living things were about to freeze solid.
"Human Race Sword Dao Heavenly Talent..."
The Unicorn Demon God Phantom behind the flame giant no longer concealed its awareness of its own existence and said with a tremor.
It seemed that, in his heart, the human race was not merely as ordinary as one of the myriad races' slave races.
That did not quite conform to common sense.
The human race was even weaker than most slave races. Their divine soul talent and physical talent were pitifully weak, and their strength was low as well. Even among the slave races, they stood at the bottom. There was nothing remarkable about them.
Yet before him stood this result: a Slave King had directly blasted back the combined attack of dozens of Kings. It surprised him, yet somehow also seemed only natural.
"Die."
Clang!
Boom!
Yet the bloodlight between heaven and earth waited for no one.
As the sky rumbled and the heavenly phenomena changed violently, the sea of clouds was swept apart. A dazzling scarlet sun emerged between heaven and earth, its deep-red Sword Intent locking firmly onto the flame giant's core before crashing down with a thunderous roar.
The instant the blood sun descended, all of heaven and earth shook, as though the sky and land were collapsing and falling down upon them.
Irresistible, destroying all things.
"Roar!"
"Kill!"