章節 1155: Silk

The old man started laughing, he laughed so hard that his milky white, blinded eyes shone with a fierce light.

"Enough!" He roared.

The enemy army flinched. The old man had sat there for millions of years as this battle raged on, but now he said enough? What the hell was happening?

"Did you not here me?" The old man stood from his chair, an overwhelming pressure sweeping outward and shattering the battlefield.

Thousands of immortals fell from the skies, coughing up blood as red liquids dripped from their seven orifices.

"I, Abraxas Jafari, have spoken. If you don't want to die… LEAVE MY SIGHT NOW!"

Would a war being fought for millions of years really end just like this? How could that be?...

Yet, that was what happened. Without a hint of dissatisfaction, thousands fled with their tails between their legs… The Monster of Samsara had awoken, and no one dared cross him…