The "Prophet's" eyes glimmered with the blue of time. He lowered his stance and uttered bewildering words:
"Because ten thousand..."
"Ugh!"
Another claw mark tore through the wings, and Lü Shu grunted, splattering blood. These wings were not only his strength but also his divinity and life. Each tear felt like a piece of his soul was being brutally carved out.
The green pupils contracted from the intense pain, yet his gaze remained fixed ahead—
"If you want to be the Chess Piece of the Dream Realm, you be it! If you want to be the Seventh Thrones' pawn, you be it!!!" Lü Shu roared,
"Don't think—of obstructing his ideals!!!"
"Swish!"
He swung heavily, and the scythe fell!
It was as if the air froze for a moment, and the sky and earth temporarily turned black and white.
The frenzied Blood Clan, the roaring Bone Dragon, the fervent believers, the fallen maid... all turned into motionless statues.
Then, time started to flow again.
