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Drip...

A drop of scorching red blood mixed with metal fragments fell to the ground.

The black blade was buried deep in Lord Hook's temple, already damaging his brain.

Hua Yuan, hidden beneath the skin, stuck out her tongue as well and smiled at him.

Clang!

The metal rebounded.

A sharp pain shot through Hua Yuan's palm, forcing her to let go.

Lord Hook gently touched the black blade embedded in his head, showing no hurry to pull it out.

"The Tyrant's old Greatsword? It's actually been repaired.

"This once-renowned anti-army weapon has completely changed form and become anti-personnel... You held back! You could clearly have sliced my entire head apart."

"Lord Hook, I'm sorry!"

Megin's voice came from within the black blade.

Lord Hook carefully pulled out the black blade, then stitched up the wound with needle and thread. "This works too~ Let Luo Di think he still has a long way to go, so he can settle down and prepare slowly. After all, what he is about to face will surely be dangerous, or he would not have been in such a rush to find me for this deathmatch."

"Yes. I'll head back first. Lord Luo Di is seriously injured."

The black blade transformed into its most primitive black spinal form and crawled back into Luo Di's body like an arthropod, sharing its spinal cord to help him recover.

"Hm? After suffering such severe injuries, you still retained consciousness and can continue regenerating... Your Hell Shell has already far surpassed Great Demons of the same rank.

"Your whole body also carries a sinister aura.

"Hungry?"

Lord Hook noticed certain peculiarities in Luo Di's flesh. With a wave of his hand, chains carried over the corpse of a demon tortured to death.

When the corpse landed before Luo Di,