The Qilin behind and the crippled giants have already started to run away into the distance.
The Nameless King in the sky, the Sunshine Spear already held in his hand and raised over his head, seems poised to unleash at any moment.
And Lann, beneath this heavy and terrifying thundercloud, under the tempest that grinds countless tons of buildings into debris, approaches the devouring Lord of Cinder.
Earlier, Elderidge, who was still conceitedly proclaiming his philosophy of consumption, now looks like a terrified rat.
"We only have one strike's worth of time."
The Demon Hunter says nonchalantly.
"Kill me, and maybe you can charge out of this path and survive. But as long as I'm blocking here, you're definitely going to take this hit head-on."
While speaking, Lann points upward with his finger.
It is exactly where the Nameless King is.
"Choose now."
With no unnecessary words, Lann points a 'path of survival' to the already frightened Elderidge.
