Above the ruins of the Law Net headquarters, dark-red mist hung in the shattered rifts of space like dried blood scabs.
Chu Qing stood atop the keel of the Black Bone Ship.
The dark-purple Demon God Method manifestation with four heads and seventy-two arms on its back was slowly contracting. Its muscle fibers writhed and jerked madly beneath the flesh like startled pythons, accompanied by teeth-grinding crackles as they were forcibly folded back into the depths of his spine.
Crack—!
That was the sound of bones returning to their proper positions.
Chu Qing's shoulders jolted sharply. The muscles along his jaw bulged high from the agony, while the veins at his temples throbbed wildly.
His black cloth robes had already been torn into strips, exposing his bronze back. Dark Gold patterns were fading into his pores bit by bit, yet the searing heat brought by Purple True Blood still warped the surrounding air with a scorched distortion.
"Ha... huff..."
Chu Qing gasped heavily.
Because his humanity was draining away too quickly, everything around him seemed layered with overlapping shadows.
The Divinity essence scattered across the ground had once looked like priceless treasure. Now, in his eyes, it was nothing more than flickering values.
(Behavior): He casually grabbed a cluster of golden radiance from the void.
(Action): He stuffed it into his mouth.
(Physiological response): His Adam's apple moved up and down, and an extremely dry, muffled sound leaked from his throat.
It was like chewing a handful of rusted iron filings.
Chu Qing examined this body. That Divinity capable of erasing all things with a wave of his hand was still rampaging through his mind.
He tugged at the corner of his mouth in self-mockery.
"If I simplify any further, I'll erase myself too."
On the deck, not one of