Zuomenwu was dead!
He was really dead!
If someone had said before today that Zuomenwu would die, probably almost no one in the entire universe would have believed it.
Who was Zuomenwu?
He was the sole member of the Myriad Beasts God Race to possess a Mythical Grade talent.
On the very day he obtained that Mythical Grade talent, he had been appointed as the holy son of the Myriad Beasts God Race by those Beast Kings capable of contending with Mythical Grade beings.
At the same time, he had been idolized and worshipped like a faith by the more than a trillion members of the Myriad Beasts God Race, who regarded him as the hope of their race.
Yet such a being, one like faith and hope itself, had been killed on the spot with his throat bitten through.
Who knew how many beings across the universe would suffer a collapse of faith because of this?
Of course, the one reacting most intensely at the moment was none other than Achilles, who was still struggling to repair his Mecha.
"Dead... dead?"
Achilles's expression jolted. Even the hand that had been rummaging for items froze in midair from sheer shock.
After escaping from the Colossal Mechanical Beastman, he had not even dared to glance back. He had kept his back to Lin Zhiluo and run straight in the opposite direction.
Did he not know he could not escape?
Did he not know that he currently had no means of resisting Lin Zhiluo at all?
Call it burying his head in the sand, or deceiving himself.
To Achilles, Lin Zhiluo was like a nightmare at this moment, leaving him without even the courage to look directly at him.
He only wanted to use every ounce of strength he had to get