The Crimson Sun Demon Elephant Flame Prison Skill he cultivated had granted him unparalleled physical strength.
Even if he did nothing and let artillery shells bombard him, they wouldn't be able to kill him.
And, as time passed, his power began to recover. He would track down that faint sense of dissonance and kill the key figure in the script—the human trafficker.
At this thought, he waved his arm.
A massive, semi-illusory black book covered in blood-red patterns materialized before him.
It was the Blood Word Script.
The moment it appeared, it opened on its own.
Its pages began to flip rapidly with a WHOOSH.
These pages contained both text and images.
The images were vivid and lifelike, though they mostly leaned toward the dark and bloody.
These pages could be considered a special kind of Dream Realm inherent to the Blood Word Script itself.
The Blood Word Script had only one Ability.
And that was authorship.
