The instant Shima Tianjun cast his gaze toward Zhou Heng, what answered him was the Sakast Imperial Sword, tens of millions of meters long. With a single strike, this Starlight-rank Longevity-Cursed Species' head fell, and he met his end with resentment on his face.
In Shima Tianjun's eyes, his death marked the end of his life, but in Zhou Heng's eyes, he was merely a Little Nobody dispatched with a casual stroke. After killing Shima Tianjun, Zhou Heng looked at the army of players and NPCs he had cleaved in half, which was rapidly recovering. After approaching Zhou Heng, they scattered at tremendous speed, charging him from every direction in a vain attempt to keep him surrounded...
"Damn it... what kind of power is this... I can't control my body at all..."
"People are dying... they've been erased... Zhou Heng... is killing people... no... aren't you our god?"
"Boohoo, Heng God, please don't kill us, okay? Put down your weapon. I just want to live..."
"Haha, you damned bastards... Zhou Heng... die... you worthless trash, have you already compromised with the Longevity-Cursed Species..."
"Zhou Heng, kill me... kill me. Even if I die, I want to die by your hand..."
The army of players and NPCs wore savage expressions, sometimes laughing freely, sometimes grimacing viciously. That was their own selves fighting against the effects of Pingtian Nijūhachirō's skill, Lord's Majesty. But ultimately, they were too weak. Apart from managing some useful effort through changing expressions and moving their lips, they were nothing more than Pingtian Nijūhachirō's puppets.
Zhou Heng quietly watched the army of players and NPCs constantly surging toward him. The weak were beaten down; this was an immutable truth since ancient times, one no one could escape. If he did not have the Unique-Level Talent Fate Hint,