Along with the surging rain of blood came Zals's bewitching thoughts.
"Don't you understand yet? As the ultimate being of this world, you simply have no ability to kill me... The end of this world was already set in stone the moment I entered it..."
"To have mastered the Power of the Abyss on your own, you can be considered a talent. Now, I shall grant you the chance to submit!"
"Submit to me and become a member of the great Zals Legion. I will lead you to conquer more worlds. Once you understand the vastness of the universe, you will no longer cling to the destruction of this tiny world..."
Chen Fan floated in the void, bloodlight surging across his entire body. His gaze was resolute as he tightly gripped the sword in his hand!
To grow to this point, a person's persistence and convictions were crucial.
At this moment, Chen Fan thought of the dead Blood God and Luo Lin; of the many Demon God Kings and immortals who had struggled and fought without cease; of the Sun God King, who had suppressed the Nine Heavens for countless tens of thousands of years...
Chen Fan feared death, but some things would always be more important than death.
At this moment, he made up his mind. Before he exhausted his final shred of strength and shed his last drop of blood, he would never stop!
His heart had never been so firm, so clear.
So did the sword in his hand, as it fell without mercy!
Boom!
Amid the roaring swordlight.
Zals sent out another thought:
"Foolish natives, I want to see just how long the world will of your world can suppress me..."
Terrifying sword qi surged toward Zals, yet it held no great significance at all.
And