"The future always had slight deviations."
A certain white dragon flicked her tail.
"Fortunately, minor problems couldn't stump me. They merely added a little trouble. No matter what, the future was still the future."
Zhen Bei's helmet was now pitch-black, his face impossible to see, like a bottomless abyss.
Only his eyes glowed red. No breathing, no fluctuations—dead silence. It was like standing in a world strewn with corpses after a war, oppressive enough to make one unable to breathe, desolate. There was none of the imagined glory of a warrior wrapped in horsehide, only death in the wilds, with no one to offer sacrifices.
Wrapped in Killing Intent, Zhen Bei slowly turned around.
His blood-red eyes looked toward the demon.
The demon that had strutted about so arrogantly on Earth went cold and stiff all over. It wanted to run, yet could not move its legs. Though it had agreed to die by Zhen Bei's hand, when it truly faced the awakened Military God, it discovered that it was afraid—afraid to the point of being unable to breathe...
Zhen Bei, his face black and unfathomable, walked toward the demon step by step. Boundless Killing Intent and pressure forced the demon to kneel uncontrollably.
It was bizarre. The demon wanted to flee but could not move, and could only watch in horror as slaughter drew near.
Zhen Bei stopped before the kneeling demon.
This time, the demon could finally hear sound.
It heard a suppressed, hollow inhale, like someone drawing breath before speaking. Though it should have been a very soft sound, it carried an immense distance.
"Those who violate my territory..."
His voice was hoarse, like a whisper forced from his throat, and he spoke very slowly.
Throughout the city, whether Demonic Beasts or survivors, everyone heard that voice