"Asura!"
"Solomon must not die. We still need him to guard the Abyssal Rift."
"The Freedom Alliance is willing to pay any price!"
Several vast divine senses suddenly descended from thousands of miles away, and the voices of Divine Domain experts rang out across heaven and earth.
South America, Europe, the African Great Rift Valley.
Several Divine Domain-level Experts spoke at once, pleading for Solomon.
"With the world in turmoil, if he dies in battle, the Abyssal Rift in the Rocky Mountains will surely fall!"
"Asura, as long as you spare his life, the Alliance will concede this battle! We are willing to compensate you for all your losses!"
The eyes of the entire world converged on Lin Jin.
Yet Lin Jin merely glanced toward Europe, his calm voice carrying across the entire world.
"The Abyssal Rift? What does that have to do with me?"
Those words silenced every Divine Domain-level Expert.
Lin Jin slowly raised his long blade, his voice icy.
"You were the ones who challenged me, and now you're the ones asking me to show mercy."
"Now that he's lost... you want me to let him go?"
"You don't get to have it that easy!"
He looked up into the distance and said in a chilling tone, "I'm killing him today. Not even God can save him!"
"You have my word!"
"If anyone objects, I'll take you on!"
Terrifying killing intent swept across heaven and earth. The entire world fell silent.
His face deathly pale, Solomon watched Lin Jin draw closer and closer. At last, he felt fear.
He could not die.
Nor did he want to.
He was Solomon, the Child of Light, whose speed was unmatched throughout the world.
The next instant, he abruptly burned the last trace of his light rule. His body became