"This is the ultimate principle of the Nether Light Fist!"
"And the Nether Light Seal is a means of protection. However, because the protective means were too powerful, I gradually got lost in it, searching in the Star Shining Federation for targets worthy of my hunt, pursuing the blessing of the Nether Light Seal..."
"I was too attached..."
Camus took a deep breath, blood streaming from his arm.
His entire figure seemed a bit shaky, yet within him a newborn strength, like bamboo shoots after a rain, sprouted and revived. A pitch-black murderous intent continued to pulsate in his spiritual will, while around him appeared dense Nether Light Marks, emitting a black-purple glow.
"Buzz!"
Over two thousand Nether Light Marks, it took Camus more than forty years. From the moment he began cultivating the Secret Martial Martial Path, he kept accumulating them, until today, forming this river of Nether Light Marks.
However, at this moment.
