As the scene unfolded in his mind, a bloodthirsty smile naturally curled the corners of his mouth.
The cutting wind from the sharp military knife wielded by Black Ghost even swept up strands of Heimu's brow hair, but Heimu did not respond at all, ignoring Black Ghost as if he were thin air.
Suddenly, Black Ghost's expression turned ferocious, and with a backhanded grip, he swiftly slashed the knife toward Heimu's neck.
The strength, speed, and angle of this strike could be described as flawless.
Just as the blade touched Heimu's skin, something unexpected happened. Heimu's narrow eyes abruptly brightened, and instantly, a chilling aura flooded out, engulfing Black Ghost.
At that moment, Black Ghost saw mountains of corpses and seas of blood in Heimu's eyes, and in his ears, he heard countless lost souls screaming…
"Snap!"
Heimu moved, his speed comparable to lightning, his left palm harshly striking the elbow of Black Ghost's knife-wielding arm.
