Huang Yi broke through layers of magical mist and landed steadily at the bottom of the deep pit, only a mere several dozen meters away from the Death Knight.
The Death Knight remained on the ground, covered in blood, with a pair of sharp eyes constantly fixed on Huang Yi.
Under such scrutiny, Huang Yi got goosebumps all over his body. He slightly crouched, taking a defensive stance, gripping the Wrath of the Godslayer tightly, sweat seeping from his palms.
Being this close to a demigod felt like being trapped in a cage with a peerless beast, potentially being killed in the next second.
All around was dark, with no reliance, leaving him to depend solely on himself.
The Wings of Protection behind Huang Yi wrapped around himself directly, as he stepped towards the Death Knight.
"Godslayer, with just you, you think you can kill me?" The Death Knight spoke faintly, his voice hoarse and weak, yet still possessing an undeniable authority, not to be offended.
