Kuize's mockery was like a blade forged from ice, savagely driven into Mikun's heart before ruthlessly trampling the pride within to dust.
Under normal physiological circumstances, Mikun would have been so furious that he vomited blood.
After all, thousands of years of effort and painstaking devotion had been destroyed in an instant, and the overlord's position that had been within his grasp had turned into passing clouds.
No one could endure such a devastating outcome.
And Mikun, so full of ambition and confidence, was even less able to bear it.
Unfortunately, at this very moment, he could not even vomit blood.
Because Mikun's physical body was now, step by step, fading into nothingness.
By now, his heart and his entire chest had vanished together.
All that remained where he stood was a faint, insubstantial humanoid spirit body on the verge of dispersing.
This was the end of the Relic Hunter Mikun.
This man had lost completely.
Back then, Serfoshe, the Golden Eye Hunter and first seat of the first-generation Apex Hunters, had crushed Mikun in a thoroughly one-sided defeat, stripping the barely surviving Mikun of his dignity as a man.
And after Mikun had finally spent thousands of years regaining his confidence, his strength, and his ideals through a divine artifact—
Today, Kuize, the Soulheart Hunter and second seat of the first-generation Apex Hunters, had dealt Mikun another agonizing defeat through an absurd method.
And this time, Mikun would no longer be given a chance to cling to life.
Everything ended here.
The Relic Hunter's fate was about to march into destruction alongside his dignity.
That was the hard, ironclad reality before him.
Thus, with matters having come to this, no matter how unwilling he was, no matter how unreconciled, Mikun could only grit his teeth and accept this deeply