The Iron Skins outside erupted into a frenzy the moment they sensed Xu Tie’s death. Their God’s fall shattered their faith, a fate far worse than death itself. Stripped of reason, the Iron Skins became relentless war machines, charging blindly toward the place where Xu Tie had drawn his last breath.1

Han Wu knew he couldn’t hold them off alone, not even as a Demigod. Grabbing Qin Shuang, he soared into the sky atop the Golden-Crown Thunder Sparrow. The Iron Skins roared beneath them, but none could stop their escape.0

After flying for several hundred kilometers, they finally touched down in a ruined town. Qin Shuang had been tending to her wounds during the flight and now looked to Han Wu with cautious curiosity. “So you’re a Demigod now?”0

“Yep, a real one,” he confirmed.0

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