As soon as the words were spoken, without waiting for the Abyss Lord to speak again, a hand was raised to draw across its own neck.
In an instant, the residual spirit dissipated, and the hunched body collapsed and broke, a few decayed deadwood falling from the gray robe, merely a Puppet.
Thus, in the silence, the Abyss Lord's expression grew even darker.
Those pitch-black eyes, gazing at the countless soul lights from Luo Island outside the Sea Abyss, even the nascent aura of Tian Yuan...
Already, ravenous with hunger.
But the more it was this moment, the more it had to remain steady!
So, no rushing.
Wait a little, wait a little longer!
The Tyrant's erosion was subtle and imperceptible, now was not the time for a real strike, first probe a little, then probe some more...
As long as I don't rush, there are plenty of others who will.
As for those things not human, they're even more anxious!
