The axe!
Although still uttered by Atreus, the sound was crisp.
But the momentum released in the voice was entirely different, wild and unrestrained, with a disdain for the whole world.
Atreus was enduring tremendous pain, several times more exaggerated than the pressure Qin Chu had previously applied; his entire face was twisted into a knot, with muscles spasming uncontrollably as if convulsing.
From his nostrils and ears flowed bright red blood.
And that wasn't all.
On that delicate cheek, along the slender white neck, the skin on the chest and thighs, appeared dense, web-like cracks.
At first glance, it looked like a sculpture at the end of its life, about to shatter.
Only in those eyes, thick with unfading arrogance and pride, did a sanguine light flash like a wild beast.
The weird disparity even gave off a chilling and twisted sensation.
