"Kill me... kill me!"
Xu Fu's howl resonated within the Ruins, recklessly venting the millennium of repressed pain and desire for liberation. The twisted white form finally revealed its true appearance, eroded by a thousand years. The shadow coiling on the pitch-black stone throne surged fiercely; the divine essence that erupted transformed into countless chains of law, tightly binding it to the throne. Every struggle stirred terrifying turbulence in the void.
"Kill me!"
In the next second, Xu Fu's body twisted and deformed again, turning into an ethereal column of flesh murmuring as it lifted into the air, then violently hammered down toward the spot where Kamiyagawa stood!
Kamiya understood instantly.
What Xu Fu initiated was not an attack, but...
Another form of plea for help.
He was praying for release.
"I understand."
Swish!
Without a hint of hesitation, the dual blades in Kamiyagawa's hand cleaved through the air!
