"Cousin, it hurts so much!"
That anguished cry struck Wu Di's heart like a heavy hammer. He stood frozen, the Cyan Steel Sword that had once gleamed with fierce light in his hand falling unconsciously. Its blade trembled slightly, as though it too had been shocked by this sudden turn of events.
Wu Di's mind was completely blank. It was as if he had been struck by lightning, his body trembling uncontrollably. His eyes were filled with confusion and disbelief. How could this be?
Why did the summoned creature he had personally slain speak in the voice of his cousin, Wu Yifan?
"Cousin, it hurts so much!"
Though the Purple Platypus had been cut in half at the waist and its life force was gradually fading, its hands still clawed mechanically at the ground. Each movement dragged out a long trail of blood, as if it were struggling unwillingly against death.
It crawled toward Wu Di with great difficulty. The sight was enough to make anyone's heart ache.
At the sight, Wu Di instinctively took a step back. His legs went weak as countless questions surged through his mind like a raging tide, leaving him dizzy and disoriented.
How could this be? It had to be fake! Wu Di screamed wildly in his heart, trying to grasp this lifeline to steady his collapsing resolve.
Yes, this had to be some despicable trick by his opponent, meant to confuse him, disrupt his mind, and win the match. He repeated those words to himself over and over, as though that could drive away the horrifying scene before him.
Yet when his gaze fell once more upon the tearful Purple Platypus still stubbornly crawling toward him, Wu Di's heart jolted violently.
The emotions in its eyes were so real, so intense. Even if