"Is this... a Sub-soul Stone from the Blood Realm? A unique rare species, or a heroic spirit?"
Lan Miu stared at the blood cocoon before him. The endless blood energy within left even him feeling incredulous.
He belonged to the beast-transformation type, and this sort of powerful Sub-soul Stone capable of healing the flesh was of the highest grade. Lan Miu could even sense that the blood cocoon contained an ability to nurture and nourish the soul. There had been records of Zhang Chen's flesh-and-blood traits during the publicly held finals of Huaxia Country's Prison Division rankings, yet there had been no description whatsoever of this blood cocoon.
"But why is your body and soul completely unharmed even after the Soul Stone was stripped away? For prison agents below the Prison Director level, the Soul Stone is the absolute core. Without it serving as the core, the soul cannot sustain itself independently."
Lan Miu's claw strike in wolfman form had not merely torn Zhang Chen's flesh apart. Although it had not injured his soul, every inch of his flesh, down to the cellular nuclei, had been utterly destroyed. Yet supported by the blood cocoon, Zhang Chen's regenerative ability exceeded everyone's imagination, reconstructing him into his original form within three seconds.
"Senior, that means I've taken the second move as well, right?" Zhang Chen asked.
Lan Miu reverted from his wolfman form. His body, previously tightly wrapped in clothing, was now revealed. Though his skin bore many signs of age, his muscular physique and perfect V-line showed that he had trained his body year-round.
"My Soul Stone is in my hand. Why can you still recover?"
"The Soul Stone in your hand isn't genuine, is it? My primary soul belongs to a ghoul and possesses spatial attributes. The one left on