The Destroyed Man

"Ah... everyone's here?"

Casually pulling Hatewater from the corpse beneath his feet, Huai Shi forced out a smile, took one step back, then another, clasped his hands in salute, and bid them a resounding farewell:

"Sorry for the interruption. Goodbye!"

In an instant, Living Blood gathered into a stream, carrying him rapidly upward.

But the force striking from the darkness was even faster. Before Huai Shi could react, a black shadow swept over. With a sliding kick from above, it tore apart Living Blood's connection. Then it ricocheted off the wall.

By the time Huai Shi finished blinking, the Living Blood in his hand had already been severed, and that bestial vertical pupil was right before him.

A thunderous crash erupted.

He was sent flying toward the ground, smashing into the ruins of a building.

Before he could get up, a thick tentacle suddenly shot out from the rubble, wrapped around him, and violently hurled him into the distance.

It was practically like playing basketball.

Inside the spherical shield propped up by Living Blood around him, Huai Shi felt the world spin. In an instant, he had no idea how many times he crashed into things before his whole body plunged into darkness and endured a relentless series of impacts.

Worse still, cracks had already appeared across the Living Blood shield.

It could no longer hold.

Huai Shi's face immediately turned green.

Dealing with one of these damned Spirits of Birth was already a huge hassle. He could still fight two, and he could at least run from three... but with so many of them blotting out the sky and covering the earth, if he was not careful today, he would really be serving himself up on a platter.

The elephant-like Spirit of Birth raised its head and let out