Atum knelt on one knee. His body was battered with holes. The area around him, tainted by his Demonic Qi-infused blood, lay dead and withered. The combatants listened to Atum's labored breath in the silence of the plain.
He looked up at his opponent towering above him. Ken seemed like the god of death in his eyes, a natural enemy, a predator that was there to devour him.
'Mind-Poisoning Domain – Paralyze Mode.'
"I commend your power. You have done well, surviving against the five of us while forcing out our best moves."
Ken was not in a rush. His opponent was kneeling, injured beyond recognition. Atum sniffed out the rampaging Sword Qi with his muscles again, and his wounds only worsened.
His veins were sliced, organs punctured, and bones fractured. He was practically naked with nearly half of his skin gone. No mortal would ever survive this condition. As a matter of fact, even a sixth-stage cultivator might not be able to survive it for long, let alone fight in it.
