Death Sand

A full four hours had passed.

After confirming the target's strength, Han Dong handed control of his entire right half to the Earl for the first time.

The purpose was to better control the "Netherblood." With the Earl's understanding of crimson, he could bring out the combat power of Han Dong's right half better than Han Dong himself.

As for Han Dong, he focused on controlling Dark Magic.

"Blood Hound Arm."

The close-combat power it displayed was truly terrifying.

No flashy technique had any effect before it; one bite was enough to shatter them.

Under the Earl's control, the entire right arm could stretch or shrink, grow or diminish, changing in an instant... It could handle any situation, tear apart any attack from the Flesh Flower, and bite through defensive lines formed from multiple layers of flesh.

As for Han Dong's left half, it only needed to disrupt the enemy and deliver death.

At the right moments, he perfectly cast Dark Magic, creating excellent opportunities for the Earl to attack while using the power of death to erode the scraps of flesh scattered across the ground.

Even though the two worked together flawlessly and completely suppressed Mariscia.

Four hours had passed, yet they still had not managed to kill the target.

The flesh scattered throughout the "meat soup," even when completely chewed apart and swallowed into the Earl's body, even when annihilated by the Pharaoh's primordial black sand, could still regenerate without limit within the meat soup.

Her aura was weakening, but it could never fall below a certain threshold.

The Earl, who had slaughtered recklessly at first, was now feeling the onset of "fatigue." The blood hound's movements had noticeably slowed.

"Earl, what's going on? Didn't you say you could handle this?

Right now, it looks like this flesh