The domain was released, and frozen time began to flow again.
Herzog was first startled to find the target before him vanish into thin air like a phantom, alarm bells ringing in his mind. Yet the shock lasted less than a second before he felt a sharp pain in his neck.
He instinctively raised a hand to touch the wound. His fingers came away warm and sticky. Then came the surging agony, along with the sensation of his life rapidly draining away in a spray of arterial blood.
His vision quickly blurred and swayed. The Katana clenched in his hand fell with a clang, its harsh echo ringing through the silent passageway.
He clutched the wound that kept gushing warmth, staggering as he caught sight of the culprit from the corner of his eye.
Amon stood several steps away, watching him with a smile, as though he had merely done something trivial. He had even deliberately kept his distance to avoid being splattered with blood.
"Gah—"
Herzog's throat let out a rasping sound like a broken bellows, but he could no longer utter a single word.
His knees buckled, and he crashed heavily to the ground. Then his body pitched forward, his face pressing against the icy floor as the light slowly faded from his pupils.
Though he was a researcher, Herzog himself was not actually weak. If Caesar or Chu Zihang had fought him one-on-one, they might not necessarily have won.
But before Amon, who had attained the Dragon King Crown Rank, that level of strength was hardly worth mentioning.
The reason Amon had not gone straight for the main body and simply killed Herzog from the start, instead going to great lengths to mobilize the US Military as pressure and taking over the identity of "Wang Jiang" to