The health bar had hit zero.
Just as Han Dong had predicted.
Regardless of the severity of the injuries, the individual would die immediately.
Liliya, whose body had been beaten out of shape, could originally have replenished herself through endless corpses and life force, even repairing her flesh by drawing upon the life essence drifting from Mandros, her mother world.
But at this moment,
Every means of recovery was denied, because the instant her health bar reached zero, the concept of "death" had been forcibly branded into Liliya's consciousness.
Her shattered flesh no longer gathered together, nor did it produce roses. Instead, it turned into dust and scattered with the wind.
The rose petals spread across the area also vanished along with it. Only a faint rose fragrance remained in the air.
Goodman wore a somewhat surprised expression.
It was not because Liliya had been killed. This woman's death had been completely within his expectations, and he even felt he had been forced to strike a few extra times.
What surprised him was Han Dong's performance.
"You actually managed to cut through my glove.
Even Those Guys on the committee cannot all easily damage this glove... Collecting the materials, researching the technology, and finally crafting this glove to perfection took me a very long time.
A cut like this will take at least several months to repair, perhaps even more than a year.
What an irritating fellow."
Just as Han Dong widened his eyes and stared at Liliya as she gradually turned to dust,
The crowbar, swung at divine speed, suddenly smashed toward him.
It struck precisely along the center of his back... Bang! The demonic armor protecting his body shattered instantly.
Goodman was somewhat surprised by the armor's toughness and hurriedly followed up with a second blow.
Crack!
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