"Trust me!"
"You will definitely experience what it means to feel worse than death."
Samson clenched his fist, and the ashes in his hand scattered in the wind.
What scattered was not just Samson's five hundred years of waiting and anticipation, but also the last shred of human conscience he had left for this world.
He slowly turned to face the distant trio supporting each other.
Finally, he locked his gaze on Zhan Chen, who caused all this, with eyes filled with immense hatred and endless anger.
At this moment, the trio felt closer to death than ever before.
Some might find it laughable; this is just a game, how could you actually die?
But the trio found it not funny at all, nor did they doubt it. They might actually die the next moment.
Just like Guzman and Yamada Miki before them.
Facing Samson, who seemed to have reached his peak, the trio could only faintly smile bitterly. Tiancia said:
"Looks like we can't escape death in the end."
