On a battlefield filled with the smoke of war.
Lin Shen lay on the ground, his somewhat unfocused eyes fixed on the figure towering before him, stretching all the way to the sky.
Suddenly, the figure moved and brought its enormous foot down hard on Lin Shen.
But Lin Shen was already completely exhausted. All he could do was summon every last bit of strength to raise his middle finger at the figure.
The ground shook. Lin Shen's breathing grew erratic, and he looked like a candle flickering in the wind.
And somewhere beyond countless layers of space, a beam of light pierced through the head of a humanoid creature.
The creature crashed to the ground, and the gigantic figure gradually vanished.
Feeling the pressure on his body steadily ease,
Lin Shen took a breath, then spoke in fits and starts.
"I heard... you're pretty arrogant..."
Then he passed out.
