The bizarre smile on Fang Jueyu's face made the blue-robed man's heart sink. From Fang Jueyu's bright, spirited eyes, the blue-robed man saw something that wasn't there just moments ago.
Although fear had never appeared in Fang Jueyu's eyes, a moment ago, those eyes only held ruthlessness and decisiveness. But now, there was something called confidence.
There wasn't much energy left in his body, and even if he were killed a few more times, he might no longer be able to resurrect. His attacks only caused insignificant harm, making him bleed and get injured, but they couldn't deplete his vitality.
He truly didn't understand where this inexplicable confidence in Fang Jueyu's eyes was coming from.
"You're indeed not a god. You're merely a higher life form born from the fusion of destruction and creation at the inception of this world. Or rather, you're just a tool conjured by the laws of this world."
