Everything in existence should have a corresponding limit, especially when it comes to the act of devouring.
Lu Cang wanted to test just where his opponent's limit lay.
Since this wasn't a battle to the death, he didn't need to be too guarded. He was free to go all out.
Lu Cang looked at the Date of Death above his opponent's head.
The man had already lost ten years of his lifespan since the battle began.
Unlike others with whom he had no grudge, this man was a believer of Aertemi. Lu Cang had no intention of letting him go.
WHOOSH!
A long gust of wind howled—
Magic Power swirled like a vortex, continuously pouring into his opponent's body. Lu Cang could visibly sense him getting stronger.
Stronger and stronger!
Lu Cang saw his Magic being torn apart. Two sharp, scimitar-like blades had materialized in his opponent's hands! The blades were so sharp that they cut through Magic as easily as tearing through a canvas!
He cleaved right through the Magic hurtling toward him!
