Kane slowly came to.
Pain. His whole body hurt, and his internal organs seemed to have split apart. Yet he discovered that he could not call upon his origin laws, or even muster the strength in his body.
Some power seemed to have suppressed his body—or shattered it. He was already a cripple; saying he lacked even the strength to truss a chicken described him perfectly.
"My body... is finished!"
Kane struggled, but his body did not move at all. His flesh seemed to have collapsed.
Fang Mo had held nothing back with that kick.
Had Kane not been strong enough, that single kick would have crushed him into minced flesh. Now his body was shattered and every bone broken, yet he was still alive.
"You're awake!" Just then, a calm voice rang out.
Kane raised his eyes with difficulty. On the grass not far away stood an exquisite wicker chair, with someone seated in it.
That person held a cup of tea, while a man and a woman stood beside him.
"Fang... Mo..."
At the sight of Fang Mo, Kane's eyes burned red with the fury of meeting a mortal enemy. Hatred surged in his blood-red eyes before his gaze fell on the other two.
"The Dark Phoenix Clan!"
"The Thunderfire Flood Dragon Clan!"
"You actually betrayed the Sacred Domain! You deserve to die! Your races should have their bloodlines stripped away and be reduced to the lowest Abyss Beasts!"
Despite his grievous injuries, Kane recognized their bloodlines and races at a glance, immediately letting out an angry growl.
White Phoenix and Black Flood Dragon shuddered at his words and involuntarily stepped back. Fear filled their eyes, and their bodies trembled beyond their control.
"So this is bloodline suppression. It seems the bloodline hierarchy in the Abyssal Domain is