Lu Cang landed and walked over to the shadowy mass.
It wasn't quite dead yet, but its life and death now rested on his whim.
"You..."
"Were you sent by Zuya?!"
"What in the world are you trying to do?!"
Lu Cang said icily, "Is that the tone a dying man should be taking?"
"If you don't want to die, tell me why you're here and why you attacked me."
"If you want to die."
"I don't mind obliging you right now."
Lu Cang's voice was low and pressing, shrouded in a faint aura of coercion.
Fear, malice, the cowardice that comes with approaching Death.
BOOM!
Thunder even crackled across the sky!
The thunder was like a war drum shattering the Mind, seeming to strike directly into the heart and amplify the fear!
The fear of Death.
It's something every living being possesses. Not everyone has a spirit that scoffs at death.
The meaning of life isn't to be killed by someone someday.
