Blood sprayed,
The back of his neck was almost completely severed, held on only by a strip of skin.
Hannibal Lecter in his chef's attire crashed heavily into the pool of blood, his head nearly separated from his body. The beheading had worked perfectly.
Although this beheading still fell somewhat short of Yi Chen's, that of a top-tier murderer, it had already been pushed to the extreme,
The one who had delivered it was Mahat J. Nash, once the circus's foremost executioner, who had also spent all these years learning inside Yi Chen's body. He was likewise the chain's wielder.
During this period, Nash had completely fulfilled his duty as a parasite by remaining inside Yi Chen's brain. Using their symbiotic nature, he had grown alongside Yi Chen and even taken a share of the box office.
Most importantly, his long-term intracranial parasitism had created a deep connection between him and Yi Chen.
He had been preparing this strike for a long time. Finally, under Yi Chen's personal guidance and infusion of Slaughterous Aura, he had delivered it perfectly, catching Hannibal off guard with a flawless blow.
Gurgle, gurgle~
Hannibal's corpse began to bubble and melt until it completely turned into blood.
Yet Yi Chen, watching this scene, felt no joy at all. Instead, he wore a troubled expression and used Flash Step to quickly widen the distance.
He used this time as much as possible to repair his body, trying to make his aged, scarred body somewhat younger, but the total reserves of the Dead Sea had fallen below one-fifth.
Nash's slash had indeed been effective, but it was not enough to kill him. The gap between them was simply too great.
Moreover, an existence like Hannibal could not possibly lack life-saving measures.
Although the total malice had decreased