At the ruins of a collapsed residential building several hundred meters from the clinic,
Yi Chen, buried in the deepest part, had black liquid constantly flowing from both arms, with only a small amount of flesh still connecting them to his body.
Of course, they had not been severed. The damage had been caused by him gripping both ends of the chain and forcibly resisting the slash... Even Nash, the main body of the chain, had been shaken until his organs ruptured and his entire body convulsed.
This chain, produced by the Monastery of Suffering and grown from the corpse of an Outer God, had been acknowledged by the Warden as high quality. Yet it had still been chopped half an inch deep, with cracks spreading all around the cuts.
If Yi Chen's instincts had not warned him in advance, allowing him to assume a defensive stance and disperse the force through his body's movement and the chain's rotation, that strike might have sent him flying even farther. The chain might even have been cut apart.
However,
the corners of Yi Chen's mouth lifted slightly.
Compared to the Hotel Manager, whose true body could not be touched at all, and the mental pressure brought by the "Unknown" disaster at the bottom of Great Hell,
the disaster before him could be touched directly, and he could even block its attack. This grounded feeling was truly wonderful.
There was another, more important point.
After their exchange just now, Yi Chen could confirm completely that although this disaster was a mass of evil thoughts derived from a literary work, in essence, it belonged to the same category as him.
They were both murderers.
Huff~ Haa~
He regulated the circulation of death energy in his body through deep breaths, allowing his severed arms to