Faust Beaumont stood at the edge of the cliff, completely unresponsive.
He looked like he was dead.
The Nine Nether True Lord hesitantly reached out his hand, but exclaimed in surprise, "There's no soul!"
"Where did it go?" Julius Reed strode over, confident in his abilities, not worried about any tricks from his opponent.
At close range, he could absolutely take down anyone.
At the cliff's edge.
Faust Beaumont stood there.
But he was utterly dead.
There was a bloody hole in his chest.
A hole as big as a soccer ball.
Even if there was a soul within, death was inevitable.
"Was your power that overwhelming?" The Nine Nether True Lord was very surprised upon seeing the bloody hole.
He had not expected Julius Reed's single finger could pierce through Faust Beaumont's body!
"Maybe… he was just too fragile."
Julius Reed felt a bit helpless, but his heart was filled with even more doubt.
