Smoke curled up from the pit below, carrying with it an intensely foul stench.
At the bottom of the pit, a twisted, mangled body that was still barely recognizable was regenerating.
His body had nearly been smashed to pieces, yet it was rapidly recovering under the cohesion of some force.
Chen Chuan lowered his gaze. He had sensed earlier that two consciousnesses lurked within this person's body. One was the one controlling the body on the surface, like the "Gluttony" and "Pride" among the primal desires he had encountered before.
The other was the consciousness hidden beneath. It was that powerful consciousness that had been controlling and directing the main actions from behind the scenes. And unlike last time, this was not merely a simple, weak attachment. It possessed a certain degree of power.
He wanted to see how much strength this true owner could display when he went all out, and how he differed from Xiang Boqing.
Once the body had reassembled, its face became incomparably savage. It seemed the original owner had been severely provoked as well. His entire body abruptly turned an abnormal red, and the smell emanating from him gradually grew thicker.
He crawled out from the bottom of the deep pit, scarlet steaming flames rising from his body as he let out a low, furious roar. "Child of Gold, don't think I'm like those pieces of trash you encountered!"
Chen Chuan said, "It seems you can't hear what I'm saying."
He remained standing still, but an illusory giant hand extended from the air and pressed downward. Amid the trembling of the hill, the body that had just emerged was forced back down, and the flames beneath seeped through the gaps between its fingers.
Yet fine cracks began to appear across the ground. Yellowish-green liquid oozed