Just as Xingshi searched through his digestive belly for Abhoth's Skull, he discovered that there was no treasure at all in the hands of Yu Ming, whom he had just swallowed along with the imitation Evil God's Scythe.
"Oh dear, oh dear, how careless of me! I never expected to lose one incarnation the moment the battle began. Brother Zhang Chen truly didn't deceive me. Xingshi, your progress is obvious. If you were given a little more time, I'm afraid even Brother Zhang Chen and I joining forces wouldn't be able to kill you. You've forced me to use my full strength now."
"No wonder the Zero Realm named you Xingshi. Your true body must be inevitably related to the monster Xingtian from ten thousand years ago, right?"
Yu Ming appeared where he had originally set off from, his eyes still closed and an evil smile spreading across his lips as he mocked his own carelessness. At the same time, from the strange mouth on Xingshi's abdomen, he roughly deduced matters concerning Xingshi's true body.
On the other side, a dark crimson tongue grew from the severed neck of the headless Xingshi. It curled around the head that had fallen behind him and placed it back atop his neck.
Staring at the completely unharmed Yu Ming before him, Xingshi was filled with doubt. He could still sense the Yu Ming he had swallowed inside his body. It was not a clone.
"An incarnation? Could it be that you were the one who killed Azathoth in the human world?" Xingshi's mind was exceptionally sharp, and he instantly understood the reason behind it.
"No, I didn't kill him. I merely absorbed his body."
As Yu Ming finished speaking, strange changes began to occur across the verdant grassland beneath his feet, which was