Under the watchful eyes of Qin Chu and Antasia, he placed the sharp claws of his right hand onto his chest.
The next second, with a wet sound, the claws pierced through his chest, directly clutching his own heart.
With a forceful tug, the arteries connected to the heart were severed, and the clear waters of the pool were quickly stained a vast crimson.
Gulping...
This bizarre scene made Antasia shiver, her entire body covered in goosebumps.
This terrifying creature actually dug out his own heart; paired with the twisted smile on his face, Antasia felt as if her scalp was about to explode.
Apart from those beings eroded by the aura of the Evil God, it was rare to see soone perform such an act.
Weird and ghastly.
His skin shriveled up at an alarming rate.
The scales, which had shimred with a tallic sheen, quickly dulled and even started to peel off the skin, floating on the surface of the water.
His entire body had essentially beco a mummified corpse, gaunt and skeletal, skin sticking to the bones, with teeth and sharp fingernails quickly falling and bloody threads dangling from the broken edges.
The mysterious man seed to use all his strength to raise his right arm, lifting his heart towards the direction of Qin Chu, and on that increasingly grotesque and bloodied face, all that remained was a twisted smile:
"Hehehehehehe..."
"Hero."
"I will return."
"Next ti you encounter , I will be even stronger than I am now."
"Struggle, struggle like a dog, for your fate has already been sealed."
"Everything you currently possess, whether it be your strength, your woman, your power, status, wealth... all of it is mine."
By the last sentence, the man’s voice had beco a hoarse whisper.
All mine... mine... mine...
His voice still echoed in the air, but the raised right hand eventually drooped down, and the heart in the palm ceased beating at that mont.
Dead.
Qin Chu’s lips quivered.
His complexion was sowhat grim, sowhat pale.
He just watched the scene unfold, without intervening.
For he had seen it, this man did not fear death... Not because he was bravely fearless, but purely because, as he had said, Qin Chu could not kill him.
After this man perished, not a trace of his soul had been released from his corpse...
Which ant that the body before him was rely a shell.
In so ways, it could even be considered a puppet... and naturally, a puppet would not fear death.
However, Qin Chu could also see that this man’s peculiar existence differed sowhat from a puppet’s, at least in the flexibility and rationality he displayed, which a puppet did not possess.
Perhaps it could be called a clone?
Not the kind of clone from the Clone Technique, but rather a true, separate body being manipulated by him?
The soul and will of this fellow were actually controlling everything from a place far, far away.
Regardless, Qin Chu had to admit that this was indeed a difficult opponent.
Unfortunately, although he had obtained quite a bit of intelligence from this man, he had ultimately failed to extract any information about the core matter.
The next ti he encounters this man, it will likely be as he said, even more powerful... this clone is already a Level 90 expert, how strong could an even more powerful one be, Level 99? Or perhaps even breaking through the shackles of Sky Do Continent to beco a Demigod?
This glacial journey brought increasingly many surprises... and moreover, Qin Chu had the premonition that it wouldn’t be long before he would et this individual again.
...
Sky Do Continent.
So gloomy cave resembling the Abyss, with torches flickering faint light on its walls.
Within the cave, ill-defined images flicker in the firelight, exuding an unnerving chill.
In the cave, there was a stone bed with a motionless figure lying quietly upon it.
Under the wrapping of a pure white robe, one could tell it was a man; his build was symtrical, neither too tall nor too short, neither too fat nor too thin, everything just right.
Only his face was almost enchantingly beautiful.
Was that a man’s face?
Perhaps so.
On that face, there was a man’s ruggedness, yet it also looked exceptionally handso, almost like a maiden.
His skin was fair and delicate, fingers long and beautiful.
Not far from the stone bed, there was also a beautiful statue... not carved from ordinary stone, but from fine jade.
It was the statue of a maiden.
Although it was just a stiff statue, it also revealed a heart-stopping beauty.
In the light of the fire, the fine skin of white jade carving shimred with an enticing luster, as if the gracefully curved body had co fully alive, swaying gently with the flickering flas.
The long, elegant robe, with ribbons flying around the waist and chest.
The cloud-like hair naturally fell behind her.
That face, even more perfect after countless ticulous carvings, was undoubtedly the most beautiful thing in this world.
Suddenly.
The man on the stone bed opened his eyes, his pupils blood-red as if dyed.
His complexion was sowhat pale, and he breathed heavily as if in a hurry.
His body continued to tremble convulsively, his face contorted, as if pain still emanated from his loins.
Damn it, that really hurts.
Although not dead, the pain was still just as real.
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