The Pursuing Crow

Luo Di had encountered the foulest Maggot Mouth, the gender-reconstructing Elite Jailer, and the false god's eyeball perfectly fused with darkness.

He had experienced different types and intensities of Physiological Deconstruction from them.

However,

what he was suffering now could be called "Internal Nesting," and both its intensity and danger were at the highest level.

In merely the time it took to draw and swing his blade—in less than two seconds—

his body had nearly collapsed.

But all of it had been worth it.

That slash had been perfect. It had severed the crow's flesh and injured the essence of its soul. At the same time, Luo Di had gained something from it. The sensation of slaying an Old One thrilled him and sent his spirits soaring.

But,

it was nowhere near enough to kill the crow. In fact, he was still far from it.

The instant his blade passed through the other's body, Luo Di had also obtained some information about it.

This crow was perhaps around the same level as the Lame Walker that had once invaded the Corner. It was not a false god like the eyeball, but a true god. No wonder it had been classified as a Temporary Prisoner.

Caw~

Luo Di dropped to his knees from weakness throughout his body. Nearly two or three crows flew out of him every second.

Yet he paid them no attention. He was concentrating on something very important.

As he worked, Luo Di used the vision provided by Black Eye Morton to watch the crow for any danger that might appear at any moment. Soon, he witnessed a horrifying and bizarre scene.

The crow's severed body had barely hit the ground before it was dragged away...

Several hands stretched out from between burlap sacks. Their arms were covered