Enpuda laughed. Even now that his neck was severed, his faith energy was still delaying the decay caused by the black dagger’s power. But at this moment, the flesh of his lower jaw was rotting and breaking apart as he laughed, displaying a horrifying sight.

“Although I, Enpuda, am contemptible and willing to use any means necessary, a loss is a loss. I don’t need anyone’s pity. I am called the Despicable Killing God for a reason. Do you think that I’d care about dying with dignity?” 

At this time, he was still able to laugh. Even Long Chen had to admire that about him. Although he was contemptible, he was still admirable in some areas. After all, not everyone could face death...