Chapter 422 The Purgatorial Tripod (1/2)

The group of human warriors suddenly fell ill at ease as they suddenly felt Cain's existence disappear. All of them were incredibly on edge.

”Ha-ha, what a bunch of total pathetic nonentities! You cannot even defeat my avatar, how can you dream about triumphing over me in the flesh?” Cain snickered, boasting at the human warriors.

The real body of Cain flew and landed in front of the group of grand warriors.

”Your... avatar?” one of the warriors asked, his whole body trembling in fear. Several agitated murmurs grew among the other grand warriors as they started to panic.

Boom!

Out of blue, the twenty grand warriors spewed out blood all over the place. It seemed like they had been attacked by a force too quick that it could not be seen by the naked eye.

”But no matter, I will grant you all the honor to be killed by me.” Cain let out a sigh. He was the one responsible for the attack on the grand warriors. A dozen shadows of an Invisible Panther then gradually emerged and rushed back into Cain's body.

Cain strolled leisurely in the air, looking perfectly carefree as he approached the injured grand warriors. With a wave of his hand, the fruit of the warriors' painstaking work—the Sky Piercing Array—shattered and vanished into thin air while the pitiful warriors were struck back by a great force.

”Oh no, you're the real Cain!”

”You son of a bitch!”

The warriors wanted to escape but were unable to find any way out. They were sealed inside an invisible wall like insects trapped inside a glass jar.

”Oh, so now you understand.” Cain gave them a sinister smile. ”But it's too late to escape.”

His demon-like pupils turned fiery red like the beams of a setting sun.

He reached out in front of him and grabbed a three-star grand warrior by the waist. The man started to panic, eyes widening in fear, unable to move.

”I have been told that the heart of freshly killed human is a real delicacy. How about I eat yours so I can taste it for myself?” Cain plainly said, poking his finger through the poor grand warrior's chest.

”You must stop this, Cain!” a lady's voice called out from afar.

Her tone had an air of coldness and dignity

”Who is speaking? Show yourself!” demanded Cain.

He swiftly turned around and saw a woman whose beauty was comparable to that of Helen of Troy's—it was none other than Hailey.