Marcus did not respond, he just stared at Ogne's corpse specimen.
During those absurd ten-odd years, because of his blindness, he had never seen Ogne with his own eyes, nor had he seen Zote. He could only construct vague outlines through force field sensing in his mind.
Yet the accumulated majesty brought about fear.
Their eyes were burning black suns, their fingers were ten armies that triumphed everywhere, their chests were man-eating bloody mouths, their ears were smoking graves, their wills were the manifestation of the god of fear.
They...
were unbeatable.
Until today, he finally knew what they really looked like.
So they were...
merely flesh and blood.
"Truly a rare wonder, it seems the Junlin Sword I sent has also been integrated by you. You now have four swords. If time could turn back, if you and I were still in the secret port of Londen City, you could easily defeat me without anyone else's help."
Marcus said calmly.
There was a clicking sound.
