When Albert's fist threateningly hovered above Sagittarius's head, Sagittarius realized that unless time ran out and he was summoned back to the Realm of Chaos, he had no chance to regain the initiative and shoot the ultimate arrow.
In other words, an impossible result was laid out before him.
As a zodiac with certain combat attributes, he had lost.
He lost to a human.
Albert's fist carried a sense of destruction.
Sagittarius had no doubt that the opponent would kill him the moment he attempted any resistance.
Because this man was someone whose will could not be shattered, not even by the Arrow of Nothingness.
There were still three minutes and fifty seconds until the end of time.
He lay on the ground, no longer struggling.
When Wen Xishu caught his arrow, it was the moment he felt the greatest fear. When Albert's punch swung, it was when his mind was the most filled with clutter.
He had not overcome the shadows of childhood.
