I Became a Foreign Worker Loved by Transcendents

“Death.”

His neck was severed, and strength drained from his body.

That was the end recognized by Kamachu.

As the one who severed his neck said, no matter how much vigor one displayed, it would be futile in the face of overwhelming power; that was the nature of life.

“This is death.”

But that moment had not yet completely passed.

Even with his head on the ground, Kamachu was still perceiving the world, and his wide-open eyes were fixed on the outsider who had severed him.

They were fixed on the enemy, who was already preparing to turn his back after finishing the fight.

“If I let him go, they’ll die. My kin will die…”