Not good!
Yu Cun instantly realized that he had become Rakshasa's target.
He immediately took out dozens of drugs and decisively stuffed them into his mouth—some enhanced physical strength, some reinforced defense, some boosted agility, and some temporarily increased vitality.
The instant he swallowed the drugs, Rakshasa raised his sword one-handed, and a beam of entwined gold and red light shot into the heavens.
I can't withstand it!
Seeing that radiance piercing straight into the sky, Yu Cun suddenly went limp, his hands hanging powerless at his sides.
Though he wanted to struggle, one glance was enough for him to know that no amount of drugs or buffs could resist this attack.
This was an attack beyond anything he could handle.
The feeling was not difficult to understand. It was like a human standing before a giant bear in its prime—just looking at it told you that you could never win.
The light erupting from the golden greatsword in Rakshasa's hand was too dazzling, and the energy contained within it was too immense. Simply standing here, Yu Cun understood that he could not run, could not endure it, and was doomed to die.
At that moment, countless thoughts surfaced in his mind. Like bubbles constantly rising from the sea called "consciousness," they soon burst one after another.
He had never felt time stretch on so endlessly. Clearly, only a few breaths had passed, yet it felt as though he had lived an entire lifetime.
Rakshasa's sword slowly pressed down. Every frame of movement was so clear. Yu Cun realized that Rakshasa had not stopped struggling—veins bulged on his forehead, and those red eyeballs trembled incessantly. This showed that Rakshasa was resisting the sword, but the will contained within it was too terrifying. No matter how desperately Rakshasa struggled, it was