Qin Chu's eyelids twitched instinctively.
He saw the chest of the Evil God, reassembled within his body, experience its first beat.
The resurrection of the Evil God had already begun.
It was still an incredibly slow process; its chest expanded at an extremely slow pace, and after reaching its peak, it contracted again, equally slowly.
Qin Chu couldn't ascertain how long it would take for the Evil God to fully resurrect, but he knew the time left for him wouldn't be long.
He took a deep breath within his consciousness; his expression was somewhat solemn, yet slightly mad, and there was even a trace of a frenzied smile at the corner of his mouth.
How many in this world get the chance to oppose such a powerful being?
No matter how terrifying this being was, he wouldn't let the other party have it too easy.
Qin Chu's consciousness drifted over; his right hand suddenly opened wide and pressed directly on the Evil God's heart: "Death."
The power stemming from the Death Authority.
