Cain's eyes narrowed instantly.
If not for his overwhelming speed and the innate domain surrounding him, that attack would have cleaved straight through his face—a strike that could have been fatal.
This body was monstrously powerful, surpassing his Primordial Body from the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe, and maybe even overtaking his Crimson World's body. However, it lacked one crucial advantage: supernatural regeneration.
A direct hit to a vital organ was dangerous.
Very dangerous.
"How did his power rise so suddenly?" Cain wondered, his gaze locking onto the Aztorus King.
At once, he noticed something wrong.
Eonar's eyes were foggy, unfocused, as if his consciousness were being suppressed. Cain's attention shifted immediately to the weapon in his hand.
The Blade of the End of Times trembled violently.
Then, spikes erupted from the weapon's surface, driving themselves deep into Eonar's flesh.
