"Don't kill me, don't kill me!" Abandoned by all, Kashmor had fallen into utter despair and actually began begging for mercy.
Dong Huaiyue tapped the black coffin with the back of her fingers and teased, "A mighty Venerable God, the strongest being on the outskirts of the Boundary Sea, reduced to humbly begging for mercy?"
Kashmor said, "Leave me a sliver of my origin, and I am willing to offer everything I have accumulated throughout my life!"
Though he knew the chance of earning forgiveness was infinitesimal, before the terror of utter destruction, even the faintest shred of possibility was enough to make him beg.
The longer one lived, the more one feared death.
Young people could shout, "When I grow old and my body gives out, I'll just die. I refuse to suffer through sickness and weakness."
But once that time truly came, the will to survive would become stronger than anyone else's. Even one extra day of life would be good.
Kashmor was in exactly that state. His invincible life spanning millions of eras had, before death, turned into immense terror that made him unwilling to die.
But his pleas were meaningless. Qin Heng sneered. "Only thinking of begging now? Don't you think it's too late?"
Kashmor said, "I truly repent. From now on, I will never dare defy you again. I only ask that the two Venerable Gods spare my life..."
"Enough. Say less. A Venerable God of a generation should at least die with some dignity." Qin Heng mercilessly rejected his plea.
The Giant Coffin fell silent.
Kashmor knew that Qin Heng had already made up his mind to refine him.
With no one coming to save him, he would be suppressed within the Giant Coffin forever, unable to escape. Though his immense energy made him