The fragments rushed toward a single point like iron filings drawn to a magnet. As they gathered, their dark red glow flared back to life, like embers kindling anew.
Bone, flesh, battle armor, cloak.
Every fragment came together again at a speed visible to the naked eye.
It was like piecing a shattered painting back together, each piece returning precisely to where it belonged.
Three breaths later, the Undying God King stood in the void once more.
He was still tall and imposing, his face still stern. Dark red battle armor covered him again, and dark red light churned like lava in his dark gold eyes.
But his aura had grown far stronger than before.
His pressure was sharper and more solid, like a blade reforged, carrying the sense of a transformation born from death and rebirth.
The dark red light flowing around him was purer than before, like a flame forged anew.
He lowered his head and looked at his re-formed hands, slowly clenching and unclenching them like a warrior adjusting to a stronger body beneath new armor.
"He got stronger?"
Fang Chen's eyes narrowed. He had not expected the Undying God King to grow stronger after being crushed.
The Undying God King looked at Fang Chen. His voice held the cold, grating edge of stone against stone, along with a hint of amusement. "You crushed my body with one hand. Your strength truly exceeded my expectations!"
His dark gold eyes settled on Fang Chen again. Something deeper lay beneath their cold gleam, like a fire slowly devouring the air around it.
"But you made a fatal mistake!"
His voice abruptly turned low and icy. "This is the Cycle World! My domain! Here, I am undying. You cannot kill me, and every time I die, I grow stronger!"
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