When Yu Jing came charging right up to him, he even spat out the gathered resentment of his secondary personality.
Lu Mian gritted his teeth and spat out, "Why the hell aren't you dead yet?!"
The first time, the Book of the Dead sealed away all Chaos Secret Art, yet Yu Jing could still draw upon Chaos Power, far beyond Lu Mian's expectations.
The second time, Lu Mian had summoned the undead army meant to fight top-tier powerhouses like Azathoth and Fang Tianhe. When the entire army attacked Yu Jing, he not only avoided being surrounded and killed immediately but even brought out the Hundred Ghosts to face them head-on. This too had far exceeded Lu Mian's expectations.
The third time—right now. The True Mansion was clearly fragile beyond belief, and even a top-tier planet could not withstand the fierce assault of three thousand True Mansion experts. So why had Yu Jing still not died...? This was no longer merely beyond Lu Mian's expectations. It was beyond his comprehension.
Just as Lu Mian was reeling in shock—
Buzz! The secondary personality joined forces with Yu Jing to attack the Mental Barrier blocking Lu Mian. Ripples spread across its surface, yet they could not tear the barrier apart.
"He even abandoned both his hands... What a nuisance."
Through the black, semitransparent Mental Barrier, Yu Jing saw that Lu Mian's hands had also become grotesque and deformed, embedded with black shards of glass.
The barrier created by those hands was far stronger than before... Likewise, because Lu Mian had repeatedly drawn upon the power of the Book of the Dead, half his body had been branded with black scriptures.
Seeing this, the secondary personality tried to circle around and attack from behind. Lu Mian immediately transformed the barrier into a cube, enclosing