In the blink of an eye, Jiang Yang had removed the stitched monster's limbs. It did not even have time to react, much less feel pain, before it saw its body turned into four or five chunks of flesh.
Not only was its physical body dismembered, but its soul body was also taken down by Jiang Yang. His face was grave, like an experienced chief surgeon solemnly performing an operation—a serious operation.
No failure was allowed, nor was the slightest mistake.
The operation was so precise that it left people speechless, almost unimaginable.
A sense of mission suddenly arose within Jiang Yang. He did not know exactly what that mission was, but he knew he had to perform the operation before him properly. No matter what happened midway, he had to do it well. He had to make this operation perfect.
This was his mission!
As for the purpose of the operation, Jiang Yang did not care whether the patient would survive, nor did he care about the patient's wishes. He only knew that he had to dismember the other party—not just physically, but also its soul body and even its laws.
The scalpel Jiang Yang formed from the Death Law was not a simple manifestation of law. Instead, he used a certain sorcery from the Book of Sorcery to restrain his Death Law and turn it into a precise blade, its purpose being to break down everything he saw.
Jiang Yang called it the Art of Sorcery Blade!
"He's breaking down that Zombie's laws!"
"With its physical body, soul body, and laws all broken down, wouldn't that mean utter annihilation?"
"That's ruthless. Is this what a God Eater is like?"
"Fuck, what kind of monster is this? If I'd known, I wouldn't have come to join the fun."
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