Returning to this place once more, Fangsheng looked at the familiar dim sky, spire-shaped architecture, and low streetlamps before him, feeling rather helpless. He had finally figured out what the demons behind the scenes were planning: to drain his magical power and, the moment it was exhausted, strike him down with a single blow.
With a casual sweep of his sword, Fangsheng cut down a Demi-human that leaped toward him, feeling almost numb to it by now. In the previous loop, after slaying this Demi-human, he had simply turned and fled in the opposite direction, ultimately reaching a church. But the moment he stepped inside, he had been sent right back to this very spot.
Fangsheng was truly at his wit's end with this situation. It wasn't that he lacked a way to break it—he could expend all his magical power to deal a devastating blow to this world. Yet the cost of doing so would be total exhaustion, leaving him like a lamb waiting for the slaughter as the demons came to harvest his life, with no guarantee that the attack could even shatter this world.
Chapter 68