In that instant, a flood of images flashed through Sun Hang's mind. Blade Whip, who had been resurrected, clearly lacked the capacity for such complex mental activity. The moment he broke free, he let out a howl and charged at Sun Hang—just like Qi Deli, he had now become a beast that acted solely on instinct... No, more accurately, he was worse than a beast. At least beasts felt fear. When faced with an enemy they could not defeat, most beasts chose to flee.
But Blade Whip would not. Like Ling Xiao, he had lost all emotion, including fear.
Having lost his weapon, Blade Whip used all ten fingers as claws and lunged for Sun Hang's face and throat. A flash of silver streaked through the air, and Blade Whip's head was instantly severed from his body, landing on the ground and rolling more than ten meters away.
The headless body froze in place, twitched a few times, then collapsed with a thud.
"Let's go," Sun Hang said to Candle Dragon and Xue Yue.
But before the three of them had taken more than a few steps, movement came from behind them again.
Sun Hang turned around and saw Blade Whip's headless body crawling across the ground on all fours. He reached his severed head, picked it up, and pressed it against his neck.
Countless muscle fibers sprouted from the wound in his neck, reconnecting his head and body.
Having finished "reattaching" his head, Blade Whip rotated his neck, then turned to look at Sun Hang and the others.
"Ignore him. Keep moving," Sun Hang said.
He did not want to waste too much time on Blade Whip. Because of his dying wish, he had become an immortal monster. No matter how he was killed, he would revive under the