His lower body had been severed,
which instantly brought the already weakened Yi Chen to the brink of unconsciousness, and his awareness gradually faded.
If not for the umbilical cord desperately supporting him from within, Yi Chen would probably have passed out the moment he returned to reality.
As he gazed at the three monks before him, he recalled Duke's earlier warning about the iron chains. He had never expected them to come looking for him on their own while he was returning to the city.
Setting aside whether the other's "invitation" was friendly,
Yi Chen had already stayed in the Old World far longer than expected. He had to return immediately.
His injuries were worsening.
After being bitten by the serpentine iron chains, a small amount of the agonizing venom had spread into his upper body despite his lower half having been severed.
Little Grape tried secreting river-water saliva to resist it, but it could not hold the venom back at all.
Little Grape, dispel the disguise on my right half... Otherwise, you'll be dragged down with me too.
I've awakened the memories of the first corpse. Witchcraft might be able to resist it.
Dispel it~ Hurry! Otherwise, we'll all die.
Little Grape bore Yi Chen's right half. With his lower body crippled and death encroaching, it was suffering terribly as well... let alone trying to block the agonizing venom.
Feeling Yi Chen's intense determination, it ultimately chose to yield.
The mimicry was dispelled,
and a black ball of fur landed on Yi Chen's other shoulder. It had even prepared itself to carry Yi Chen's corpse back to Seven-Day Graveyard for burial.
At that moment, Yi Chen also reached the brink of collapse.
His remaining left half could no longer hold on and might die at any moment. Leaning