Meaning of Being Alive

A Xian gripped her twin blades and, borrowing the mech's power, slashed wounds across every part of her opponent's body.

Even after exerting all its strength, it was still slower than A Xian.

A foul stench immediately spread through the air.

The filtering system kept A Xian from smelling it. Otherwise, with the Anvile People's love of cleanliness, she would definitely have vomited.

It did not care in the slightest when it saw its body slashed open.

It was merely a shell.

It could replace it with another one later.

It had heard of this great invention of the Creator, so it was not worried about its body being injured.

A Xian saw a smile actually appear at the corner of its mouth as it dragged its huge, constantly bleeding body toward her step by step.

Dark brown blood dripped onto the ground, where it actually gave off wisps of green smoke.

Before long, it dried up and vanished without a trace.

After every successful strike, A Xian would retreat to a safe position and observe it.

She discovered that its self-healing ability was far stronger than that of its kind.

Even weapons specially made by the Alliance could not inflict much damage on it.

As it walked, it withdrew all of its tentacles.

Then, those tentacles retracted one by one, disappearing somewhere unknown.

Only two remained.

They turned into human hands.

It picked up a weapon that someone had discarded on the ground. Was it planning to compete with A Xian in Martial Skills?

This thing changed forms far too quickly.

Fortunately, it could only transform between hands and tentacles. If it could also take the shape of all sorts of weapons, that might have put them at a disadvantage in battle.

A Xian watched the creature slowly approach,