Although Zhao Menghua's consciousness was already starting to blur, he was certain that just a moment ago, this guy had vanished into thin air right in front of him. It was a genuine disappearance. In the span of a single blink, when the man reappeared, he had already hoisted Zhao Menghua up by the scruff of his neck, like a helpless chick ready for the butcher's block.
Zhao Menghua mustered every ounce of strength to raise his arm, hammering away at the strange man's arm. Faced with the threat of death, the will to survive could push a person to unleash strength that transcended their limits, but the man's arm felt as hard as iron. No matter how wildly Zhao Menghua fought back, the man did not budge an inch.
"Odin... Odin..." The man kept repeating the name like a broken record, his mind seemingly unhinged, with the only thing left in his memory being this fictional name from mythology.
Chapter 1033