Shadows swirled through the Slaughter Hall, as though even the air were steeped in an ominous aura.
The King of Slaughter sat upon the supreme throne.
His face lay hidden in the darkness, with only a meaningful smile curving his lips, like the most uncanny moonlight in the night.
His gaze pierced the void and slowly focused, while Chen Jue's figure took shape unbidden in his mind.
The more he looked, the more enthralled he became.
The King of Slaughter lowered his eyes slightly, examining this body that had borne countless years and immense power.
Then he looked at those seemingly ordinary hands that held the power to destroy heaven and earth, and could not help letting out a soft sigh.
That sigh echoed through the empty hall, carrying traces of helplessness and resentment.
"Ever since my soul took residence in this body, the years have flown like a shuttle. I intended to use its strength to ascend to the pinnacle of godhood, yet I never expected..."
"A demigod's body has become my limit. That supreme divine realm is actually so far beyond my reach."
"If this continues, only death awaits me!"
"Fortunately, you appeared!"
With that, a meaningful smile curved his lips, concealing cunning and resolve.
"As long as I possess your body, I still have a chance!"
"Hahahaha! Heaven has not forsaken me! Even in utter desperation, a chance at life remains!"
Before long, the Silver-Armored Commander slowly entered the hall, closely followed by Chen Jue, whose solemn expression could not conceal his sharp edge.
The King of Slaughter stared at the Silver-Armored Commander before him, whose figure trembled conspicuously in the sunset's lingering glow.
He limped along, utterly exhausted and bedraggled.
Ripples stirred in the King of Slaughter's heart, and confusion spread like mist.
This...
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