CHAPTER 918
Tak. Tak. Tak. Thud.
"Ah…." Grey mused as he came to a halt, casually discarding Bale's severed foot.
"You really thought you could do something to me? Ha…. Man… such delusional people. Fools is what you all are. Every single one of you. The Otherworlders, you, the Celestials, the Demons, and even this whole universe."
Grey's eyes blazed with intensity, each word punctuated by another steady step forward.
Bale was shivering, his entire frame trembling with a primal terror.
He was now using his hands to shuffle backward across the floor in a desperate attempt to escape.
With every frantic movement, a fresh spray of red marked his path, staining the marble as he retreated.
But Grey continued his approach with unnervingly calm, measured footsteps.
He had already had enough. It was all becoming so tiring.
