Old John slowly lowered his head to look.
He found that he had lost both arms, the flesh on his shoulders had all disappeared, leaving only shattered white bones.
So strong.
But it clearly blocked it just now—
...blocked it.
Still ended up like this.
What if it hadn't blocked it?
It seems.
I am completely no match.
This guy.
How could this guy be so strong?
The confusion and doubt in Old John's heart were so intense that even the fear of death couldn't arise.
"Impossible."
"I'm a Saint, how could I be defeated with just one move."
Old John muttered in a state resembling madness.
Suddenly.
The voice of the "King" sounded in his ear:
"Since you are a Saint in charge of the 'Awakening' Law, you must have already had that awakening by now—"
"You will die here."
Old John's face suddenly showed a hint of relief, and he spoke:
"Luckily, I made it."
"What?" asked the "King."
"—At the critical moment of my life, another Saint will save me, we'll meet again next time."
