But with his current body, if he fell facing forward, he would definitely crush Ivana in his arms to death. He had no choice but to forcefully spin in the air, landing on his back, which was full of wounds.
The powerful impact caused his back to scrape along the ground for more than ten meters before stopping, leaving his entire back a bloody mess.
Zane stepped on the bloody mark left by Vic, slowly walking towards him, speaking as he did so.
"See, you’re really about to be killed by me for this pile of rotten meat." He said with a smile, "Clearly, I’m weaker than you, clearly, you’re the one who should survive till the end, so... are you really willing? To just die ."
Yeah... is he really willing?
Vic’s breathing grew heavier bit by bit.
Am I really going to die for someone ?
A look of confusion flashed in his eyes.
And Zane saw this confusion in his eyes, unable to stop himself from smiling.
From a while ago, he already felt it from Vic, that aura belonging to the leader.
The leader was awakening.
This guy’s excessive use of the leader’s power had made the leader’s consciousness increasingly clear.
Just a little more push, and the great plan could succeed.
Zane’s smile grew wider.
"Think about it, Saint." He said softly, "We didn’t need to come to this. They are the meat on the chopping board, but we are not... we are predators, the noblest of predators, predators shouldn’t kill each other over such rotten meat, should we?"
Vic raised his head, seeing Zane extending his hand towards him.
"Recall everything, Saint." Zane said, "Then, come back to our side, together with us... create a new world."
Vic looked at Zane, bewildered.
He still had many things he couldn’t understand, but he felt Zane wasn’t wrong.
Yeah, he shouldn’t die here.
He was stronger than everyone, he should create a new world, not die in vain.
...Yes, he can’t die.
Everyone else could die, but he couldn’t.
Vic slowly raised his hand, reaching out to Zane.
During this process, his hand gradually elongated, trying to change into claws, dormant lightning once again leaped onto his silver mane, and his wounds began to heal.
As long as he grasped that hand, everything would be over.
And at that moment, a voice exploded in his mind.
"You’re not a dog! Nor a monster!"
Vic’s extended hand halted.
The wildly growing mane quickly receded, the dancing arcs of electricity calmed down.
Under Zane’s gaze, he withdrew his hand, speaking in a trembling yet firm voice.
"I am a hunter... not a monster."
The world fell silent.
Zane slowly narrowed his eyes.
"I see." He gently shook his head, extending his claws once more, "What a pity that is."
Vic held Ivana tightly, closing his eyes, awaiting death.
But death did not come.
"And you call yourself a hunter; do hunters give up so easily and wait for death?"
A familiar voice rang out.
Vic’s eyes snapped open.
Under the moonlight, Bai Wei stood leisurely in front of him, stepping on Zane.
Zane’s head was pinned under Bai Wei’s serrated knife, blood and brain matter uncontrollably gushing from the gaps in the blade.
Vic was stunned for a moment, then immediately became excited: "Ulu!"
"You won’t even call me Lord Priest anymore?"
Bai Wei leisurely flicked a flame onto Zane’s corpse, retrieving his serrated knife as the fire ignited, then stretched lazily.
"Let’s call it a night." He smiled as he spoke to Vic, "Let’s go home."