"You're quite good."
Diman looked at He Ao before him, then lowered his head to glance at the wound slashed across his own chest.
No blood flowed from the wound. Instead, clusters of dense yellow radiance drifted out from within it.
Faint strands of red radiance clung to the wound like spikes, constantly tearing at it and preventing it from healing naturally.
Seeing this, Diman raised a hand and brushed it over his chest.
Where his hand passed, the torn wound seemed to be enveloped by some invisible force and slowly vanished. The leaking yellow radiance stopped dispersing, while the red radiance tearing at the wound seemed to lose its target and gradually dissolved beneath the glow.
As the wound disappeared, his aura rapidly recovered as well.
Yet while he moved, He Ao did not stop. Crystal Sword in hand, he leaped forward like the God of Death unleashed from the night, slashing at Diman once more.
This time, the invisible force above Diman's head gathered completely, lowering a long palm to block He Ao's attack.
Several of He Ao's attacks were all stopped by that palm.
But he seemed incapable of feeling fatigue. He kept pressing forward, his sword light growing faster and faster, until in an incredibly short time, dense Sword Marks covered the entire palm.
"Madman."
Watching He Ao's relentless assault, Diman frowned slightly and coughed softly.
He had already realized that the fellow before him had forcibly anchored himself to the present world through some objective, preventing his fate from being completely erased.
At that moment, his hand fully brushed across his chest. The gruesome wound there seemed to have vanished entirely, as though it had never existed at all.
Only an intangible trace remained upon his body, impossible to examine closely.
His body and aura