The Battle To Decide The Fate Of Human Race

"W-What?" Blood splashed out of Julius' mouth as he collapsed onto a knee.

The slate burst one of Julius' lungs and the shrapnel struck his insides like nails hammered into a wall.

The pain was unbearable and his body spasmed violently. Even in his transformation form, he almost couldn't bear it.

Julius' power instinctively formed a defense and protected him from any further damage. The metal bits were all controlled with scary precision and expelled almost immediately.

But the damage was already done.

"Haaa…you sneaky coward." Kneeling on a single knee, Julius sneered at Haedon who was now at the same level as him.

"I didn't think," The golden light around Haedon rose and he continued to gather his energy. The Abyss Emperor gave Julius a wry smile. "that I'd have to rely on that little treasure when I sent it to you."

Even though he thought of the possibility, Julius nearly stumbled back upon hearing those words.