(Thank you very much to 'Youcai Luobo' for the tip!)
"Rip..."
Another tearing sound rang out as Yaze Kanon pulled the clawed hand that had pierced Wu Yan's heart free. Dark crimson blood clung to it as she forcefully withdrew her hand.
"Drip..." With nothing blocking it anymore, blood immediately began gushing desperately from the hole in Wu Yan's chest, pouring down like running water. It struck the distant ground and spread into a small pool of blood that continued to expand, producing a series of soft yet distinct splattering sounds.
Forcing himself not to cry out in pain, Wu Yan clenched his teeth. The hand gripping the black-haired Masked Parasites did not loosen, but tightened instead. However, the hand clutching Yaze Kanon's arm let go and reflexively swung toward her!
"Thud..."
With a dull impact, Wu Yan's hand failed to hit Yaze Kanon. It was blocked by a thick barrier of steam. Seizing the chance, Yaze Kanon immediately flew away, putting some distance between herself and Wu Yan.
"Damn it!" Wu Yan cursed, clutching his chest as he breathed lightly. Yet his heart had strangely calmed instead.
The gruesome bloody hole healed at a visible rate, and even his unseen heart fully recovered within moments. Such healing speed was terrifying. In terms of vitality and regeneration alone, the blood of the True Ancestor flowing through Wu Yan's body had undoubtedly far surpassed the True Ancestors of this world.
If it had been Kojo who took that direct hit to a vital spot, his wound probably would not have healed without at least an hour or two...
After all, the True Ancestors of this world had been born from a god's curse. Unlike Wu Yan, whose nature was similar to that of spirits and closer to nature, they were cursed