Fatigue in the Depths of One's Body

Baron Ryan. Isai. Cameron, feeling pleased with himself, swung his sword horizontally again, directly slashing at another clone of Edmund the God of War, who was beside him.

A two-handed greatsword made of abyssal magic iron that could cut through iron like mud could even cut a god in half, let alone a clone of a god. Thus, it was another instant kill without a doubt, because of Baron Ryan. Isai. Cameron's two-handed greatsword was too sharp, the sound of breaking a neck bone was almost non-existent.

The head of the clone of Edmund the God of War was chopped off and fell to the ground. His neck was like a fountain, spewing out bright red blood. Within the blood, there was a noble and sacred aura, Kant could tell at a glance that the blood of this clone contained an extremely dense aura of the God of War's divine power.