As Susanoo gripped the blade, a ghostly figure condensed from blood mist slowly materialized behind him. It was a man in his forties with grizzled hair and a beard, looking exceptionally burly and robust, his entire body radiating an aura of slaughter and death. His face was scarred, and his gaze was tyrannical.
Yet his expression at that moment carried a hint of displeasure, as if he were somewhat dissatisfied with an outsider presumptuously wielding his blade.
"This power... so exquisite." Seemingly unable to feel the pain of his skin being torn apart, Susanoo wore an expression of rapturous indulgence. All reason had vanished from him; his mind was reduced to a single character—
Chapter 610