But as it ran, it found that its lower body was somehow out of control.
Looking down.
The lower body had been cut in half, and just as it wanted to do something, its vision spun in the air, seeing its upper body without a head.
At this moment, it knew its head was also separated from its body.
It just wanted to know what was going on.
Even if it died, it at least wanted to die understandingly.
Its situation was just a microcosm of countless Creators, representing the fate that countless Creators actually faced.
Suddenly.
Lin Fan soared into the air, appearing above the city.
Weias looked up and stared, "You, don't even think…"
Before finishing the sentence, he saw Lin Fan throwing the Sword of Sorrow toward the ground with a clang, the blade embedding into the ground, countless threads extending to cover the surrounding Creators and zombies.
This situation left Weias trembling with fear, standing there dumbfounded, utterly stunned.
