"This is the end of the line for you. We've been battling for quite some time. You’re running on steam now, aren't you?"

"I have bad news for you. I've only used thirty percent of my powers," Shadowblade said with a sinister smile on his face as he watched Jerome, who was struggling to stand up straight.

In truth, the past three hours were nothing more than a game to Shadowblade. If he wanted, he only needed to exert a bit more effort and all of humanity would be obliterated. However, he preferred to watch others in despair, just like how his bullies loved to watch his desperation back in his own world. He too wanted to savor the feeling of being a powerful ruler. This was a feeling he had never experienced before.

Jerome raised his sword, tired but showing no sign of fear. "Wipe that smirk off your face and say those words only after you've killed me," he said indifferently.

Shadowblade laughed coldly. "My time here is almost up, which means the game is about to end. I'll send yo