Only by truly facing Qin Luo's sword could one feel the terror of this strike.
Yan Potian's eyes were filled with fear. It was as if he saw his elder brother beckoning to him.
But his brother was dead! Already dead! Seeing his brother was an ill omen!
He regretted it. He regretted it deeply. Why had he insisted on coming alone? Why had he been so desperate to earn merit? Why?
Was it not because he wanted to revive the Blackrock Berserk Bear clan? His elder brother was gone, and he was exhausted. After all, their Blackrock Berserk Bear clan had only the two of them as World Lord Realm experts.
His elder brother had also gone to the Human Race's territory to carry out a mission for the sake of developing the Blackrock Berserk Bear clan, only to die miserably in the end.
He could not die. He did not want to die. He wanted to...
What he wanted no longer mattered. Qin Luo's sword landed upon his head, effortlessly shattering his defenses. Sword Qi surged into his body and ravaged him from within.
"No, I don't want to die! I want to live! Spare my life! Spare me!" The Blackrock Berserk Bear began to beg for mercy.
He could vividly feel his soul being torn apart. He could not understand why, despite both being at the World Lord Realm, the gap between them was so vast that he could not even block a single move.
But there was no time for him to ponder that question now. Death was closing in. For the sake of his clan, he was willing to cling to life in disgrace.
"Sorry, but we're taking no prisoners today." Qin Luo's words severed Yan Potian's last chance at survival.
He had something more