Gray Mist spoke as he walked toward the edge of the Light Cage, explaining in an eerie tone, "What is called immortality is exactly what you have seen—after every death, I revive rapidly. And each time, I become stronger than before, as if seal after seal is being undone. If I was not a match for the four of you at first, now that you have killed me three times and undone three of my seals, the outcome is completely different. You are no longer my opponents. You are merely a minor inconvenience."
Gray Mist stopped at the edge of the Light Cage, curling his lips with a hint of mockery. "Of course, you can also try your best and kill me one more time. But... when I revive for the fourth time and undo the fourth seal, you will not even count as an inconvenience. At most, you will be a pebble by the roadside."
The four commanders rose behind Gray Mist, all gripping their weapons tightly. Their expressions wavered, clearly showing that they were shaken. Among them, the Black Armor Commander took a deep breath, pressing his lips together as he gathered strength. He appeared relatively resolute, unwilling to give up.
Sensing it, Gray Mist turned his head and glanced at the Black Armor Commander. "Heh, what? You really want to keep killing me? I know what you are thinking—kill me a few more times, keep killing me until the end, and eventually there will be an end, right? But the question is, how many times do you think you can kill me before reaching the limit? Five times? Seven times? Nine times? Or a hundred times? Or perhaps there is no end at all. No matter what, I can only say that you are taking things for