Chapter 1286: SNN

Wilder's eyes widened. It wasn't just his, every disciple witnessing this seemingly nonchalant attack of True God Sacharro felt their hearts seize.

Pain, agony, blood, murder. Emotions of terrible massacre and the depths of hell pervaded their minds.

Danger. This man was dangerous. So dangerous that they should run. Run as far as they could right now before it was too late. Until that is… it was too late.

Wilder tried to dodge, surpassing his body's limit to activate several more hidden runic veins. His reaction time spiked, his muscles bulged, and several of his blood vessels burst. Even if he survived this, his chances of fighting for any sort of legacy had dropped to zero. No one's body could survive the simultaneous activation of so many runic veins!

It was at that moment that Wilder realized his so-called buffs meant nothing in the face of this attack's speed. No matter what he did, it was useless. It would pierce his heart and he would die.