"Cough... cough!"
Feng Chen raised his hand. The blood had already grown sticky. It seemed he had been unconscious for quite some time.
"I'm Kevin. The Twelfth Herrscher is currently missing, but we've captured a new Herrscher. He should know the Twelfth Herrscher's whereabouts."
Kevin picked up Mei's white coat and tried to drape it over her shoulders, but then took several steps back.
"Sorry, I forgot again."
"It's fine. I can do it myself."
Mei took the white coat from Kevin. The moment she did, Kevin withdrew his hand, not daring to linger.
"The organization has also sent people to search for the Twelfth Herrscher. All we need to do now is wait for the support fleet to arrive."
"Thanks for the effort. But I'm still curious—what exactly is the Twelfth Herrscher's ability?"
"No matter how powerful the ability is, he hasn't grown into it yet. He's not worth fearing. What I'm more worried about is him."
Kevin glanced at Feng Chen lying on the ground, seemingly still wary of the destructive power Feng Chen had displayed earlier.
According to the organization's rough estimates, the explosions of those two blood swords had already claimed several thousand lives.
"He's no threat in his current state. Even if he were dangerous, [His Highness the Prince] would protect me, right?"
"Don't put it that way. I'm not invincible."
Feng Chen knew that once he died, Stigmata - Xiao Yun would remain in Jizou Mitama forever, while the Herrscher of Erosion in the Stigmata Space would also disappear and reenter the Herrscher of Erosion's memory fragments.
*So it all comes to nothing in the end... I hope I can travel through worlds again after I die. Preferably to a low-martial world. Wouldn't it be nice to live an ordinary life? Why did I