The instant Yan Ze was beheaded, his body remained standing.
The spurting blood dyed his upper body red...
His head rolled onto the ground. Yan Ze's pupils shrank to pinpoints. He had considered what Ai Li might do to target him, but he had never expected him to simply decapitate him!
Had he gone insane? Had he not considered the consequences?
And where had that slash come from?
There had been no warning whatsoever, yet his head had fallen off!
He glanced sideways at Ai Li. A Tarot Card was pinched between his fingers.
The card depicted a blindfolded woman holding two crossed longswords—[The Magician].
As Yan Ze's life force gradually faded, Ai Li's expression barely changed.
He raised his head and looked upward.
A massive eerie head protruded from the darkness, opening its mouth as the black gears inside its maw turned—
[Styx Wheel]!
Three minutes earlier, the moment Yan Ze noticed the chilling look in Ai Li's eyes, he had activated his "Exclusive Talent" first.
Ever since entering the "Final Battlefield," preparing to trigger [Styx Wheel] whenever danger arose had practically become Yan Ze's habit.
As long as he had [Styx Wheel], his margin for error could be infinite!
Just like now—this was precisely to guard against suddenly being beheaded!
The few seconds after his decapitation, before he died immediately, allowed [Styx Wheel] to activate.
The surrounding scene reversed. His cooling blood became scorching again and flowed back into his neck. Once his head reattached itself, Yan Ze's depleted health began to recover.
Behind him, Fu Mengze was likewise affected by [Styx Wheel], gaining a chance to return from the dead.
As the cut on his neck repaired itself, Fu Mengze collapsed onto the ground and cursed Ai Li loudly. "[A], you bastard!"
"We're in the same faction,