The Imaginary Great Beast Crawled Out Looking Miserable, and Otto Readied Three Divine Weapons for a Beating

"He had reached his limit," Chang Gongwei said. "His divine soul was disintegrating faster than it could recover. A few more swings, and he would vanish completely."

"But he was still swinging." Lei Xiang pointed at the Light Screen. "Look, he couldn't even open his eyes anymore, but he was still swinging his sword."

On the screen, Otto's eyes had gone dull and lightless, as though he had lost his sight. His body swayed, each swing seeming to exhaust the last of his strength. Yet he did not stop.

"Fifth strike-"

The flames were as feeble as candlelight, clearing away only a few phantoms around him. Yet he still gripped his sword, preparing to unleash a sixth strike.

"He's gone mad," A'Dai murmured. "He knows he can't win. Why is he still doing this?"

"Because he's protecting something," Hai Long said. "What he wants to protect isn't himself, but the possibility that Kallen can survive. As long as he keeps swinging, that possibility still exists."

"Even if it's only a sliver," Tian Hen added. "Even if his body shatters and his divine soul scatters, as long as that sword keeps burning, that possibility won't disappear."

On the Light Screen, Otto's body was almost transparent, as though he might vanish at any moment. His divine soul shuddered violently, groaning beneath an unbearable burden. Yet he still gripped his sword, swinging again and again at the phantoms whose ranks could never be exhausted.

"He can't feel pain anymore," Ye Yinzhu said softly. "Look at his expression. He's already numb."

"He isn't numb." Zi shook her head. "He's acting as though he feels nothing. He knows he's being wounded, knows his divine soul is disintegrating, but he chooses not to care. Because the moment he does, he'll fall."

On the screen, Otto's left