Ren Feifan's body surged with a terrifying killing intent, flames swirling around him!
Without hesitation, he swung his sword toward the Pharaoh.
The Pharaoh's face turned pale as he gazed helplessly at Lord Osiris.
"Lord Osiris, save me, I can't..."
But Osiris remained unperturbed, his eyes closed, as though he cared not at all.
After a while, his eyes narrowed, revealing a cruel smile: "Since you've lost, you no longer deserve to live. Death is better! Because with your death, your soul can be of use to me."
The Pharaoh's face drastically changed, and he could only stare blankly at the immense Black Sword descending, its ferocity almost robbing him of consciousness.
Ren Feifan cared little for the grievances of others. Whether Osiris saved or abandoned him, the sword was coming down regardless.
As expected, the Pharaoh immediately disintegrated into a mist of blood on the spot.
