A voice, cold and detached yet heavy with suppressed fury, thundered in Wei He's ears. The sharp, contemptuous gaze, like a farmer eyeing livestock, stabbed deep into his soul.
But that wasn't even the worst of it. The worst part was that he couldn't even block his opponent's fist—an unchanging, straightforward, almost mocking punch. All he could do was retreat in disgrace, like a farm animal being driven off by its master.
Once, thousands of years ago, as a direct subordinate of Rainbow and a general commanding the Celestial Army, he had been a Divine Spirit-like figure in his domain. In his eyes, ordinary humans were mere livestock, raised to provide him and his army with the power of their emotions and will through special means.
And now, he was being backed into a corner by one of these lowly creatures. The immense fall from grace was something he, having just broken free from his Seal, simply couldn't accept.
