After becoming a hero, the heart and head were no longer fatal weak points. Even if damaged, they would not cause immediate death.
Religious Leader's chest was hollow, blood pouring out like a waterfall and soaking the scorched ground beneath his feet dark red.
His heroic physique made his muscles instinctively squirm, trying to heal, but the filthy light wrapped around the wound suppressed them, preventing recovery.
The gaze fixed tightly on Wu Heng had also turned into wary fear.
He had miscalculated.
He had originally thought that without weapons, he would hold the advantage, but the other man seemed even fiercer when swinging his fists.
He had beaten him into this state outright.
Not far away, the sounds of the other two Church heroes fighting gradually grew sparse, their eyes constantly darting this way.
Wu Heng's mage robe flapped wildly, crimson patterns flowing across his skin like lava.
A beating heart was casually clutched in his hand, spraying fine droplets of blood with every contraction.
The sight was so shocking that even the two battle-hardened heroes were briefly dazed.
The three of them really might not be able to defeat him.
Though Wu Heng held the upper hand, he was not faring well either. Every strike from Religious Leader carried the penetrating effect of holy power.
Moreover, the phantom choir in the sky continuously scattered holy light. It did not only affect the undead; his entire body felt an intense burning sensation, as though branding irons were pressed against every inch of his skin.
He lowered his head and glanced at the still-twitching heart in his hand.
Crack!
Before everyone's eyes, he bit off a chunk of flesh.
Blood dripped from his chin, and the sticky sounds of chewing were clearly audible.
Shining resistance increased.
The instant the System