Crash!!
A black fla quietly appeared, and he didn’t even have ti to utter a scream before he instantly turned into ashes, disappearing without a trace as the breeze passed.
The expressions of the other champions changed imdiately at the sight, still wanting to use their own thods to escape from here.
But unfortunately, they didn’t even have the chance to make a move.
The fla exploded spectacularly like fireworks.
The so-called champions were nothing but drifting dust before the World Light, easily exhaled and dissipated.
"Considering your face, I had initially planned to obliterate the Human Race first, but now they can be saved for last."
"You and I will et later, now, I want to play with the kids."
The tone of the World Light was very casual, even carrying a strange warmth, but the play in his words was...
Boom!!
Boom! Boom! Boom!!
Three or four champions who had just erged were instantly covered by frost fire, their bodies directly turning into ice sculptures, which then shattered explosively.
And the fragnts of those ice sculptures, falling elsewhere, would quickly turn it frosty white.
It could only be said that the ’playing’ in World Light’s words seed too extre, whoever plays with kids like a massacre.
Watching World Light slaughtering those Foreign Race champions like toys, Su Tu felt a strange emotion.
Inference of Heaven’s intuition told him that at this mont, World Light held a sadness, a great sadness, deeply buried within which was profound numbness.
Between them, there was a peculiar tacit understanding at this mont, that neither chose to confront the other.
Su Tu had a premonition that if he confronted World Light now, regardless of victory or defeat, he would regret it, so things once missed at this point, would never have a chance again.
This was the only sensation he found within the threads of causation through Inference of Heaven and Life and Death in the Palm.
Thus, without hesitation, Su Tu turned and walked towards that blood mist.
anwhile, in his mind, he recalled every detail of his previous conversation with World Light.
His steps suddenly paused, then he turned his head to look at World Light, his eyes carrying a hint of surprise, if indeed it was as he thought, then the enormous exhaustion and complexity on World Light could be explained.
"World Light, Light of the World..."
Su Tu murmured softly, then strode forward, his figure sinking into the blood mist.
And at this mont, World Light’s body trembled slightly.
"This na is really ominous, this ga is really tiring, really want to stop."
He spoke to himself, his body falling on the crimson ground, sitting lazily.
"Kill!!"
At this mont, a red-haired, purple-skinned Foreign Race champion unexpectedly avoided the flas, traversing space to arrive before World Light, with battle armor-covered fists gleaming with cold light, smashing towards World Light.
"Oh, impressive, this ti it’s actually you who reached first, congratulations, but unfortunately, you’re not qualified to pass, no reward either."
World Light spoke with slight surprise, then pointed out a finger.
Boom!!
The champion’s body trembled fiercely, involuntarily looking down, only to see a large hole already appeared on his chest.
He collapsed weakly beside World Light, as his consciousness faded, he heard this powerful and divine phantom mutter.
"Don’t worry, I always improve my techniques, ensuring each ti, you die with novelty."
The champion’s last thought was...
Have I... died at his hands more than once?
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