A million-year beast? That was the stuff of legends.
Creatures that old didn't just have overwhelming power—they had wisdom, spiritual awareness.
Even if someone did manage to defeat one, absorbing its ring would normally destroy the spirit master from the inside.
The spiritual energy, mental pressure, and physical strain were too much for most human body to handle.
Only those with divine blessings, special constitutions, or absurdly strong willpower stood a chance—and even then, just one ring was a miracle.
Yet Reign stood there with four. Each glowing with the power and will of beasts that had survived for over a million years. The fact that he bore them so casually was more terrifying than the rings themselves.
"So, tell me...How much do you think my disciple's life is worth… and how much are your own lives worth to you?"
As he spoke, the pressure around him thickened. A force that crushed the will before the body even reacted.
