The Beast King raised his hand, and the silvery [Spirit Soul] in his palm transformed into a long whip. With a light flick, a crisp snap cracked through the air. He curled his lips into a smile, eyes narrowing as he charged toward the final god who was fleeing into the distance.
"Don't run. Wouldn't it be better to just rest if you're injured?"
The silver whip carried a lethal, chilling intent, yet the Beast King’s tone remained exceptionally gentle. A scroll resembling the celestial stars of the heavens circled around him, the rotation of stars mirrored in the depths of his eyes.
Chapter 224