"Bang!"
The deathly silence never had a chance to rise.
At the very moment Feng Xiaose was cleaved apart, an explosion sounded from nearby.
Even Number Two had not anticipated this sudden change. He turned his head in mild surprise.
A starlit talisman formed before Zhu Yike.
Zhu Yike, who should have become a headless corpse, blew off one of his arms under the Spellcraft, and his head regenerated in an instant.
"Damage transfer?"
Countless ancient characters flashed through Number Two's eyes as though he were analyzing data. He spoke shortly afterward. "Golden Gate Arts, Heaven-Reversing Cosmos."
This was an extremely advanced Spellcraft. Once mastered, it could even grant some insight into the power of time, allowing its user to transfer wounded parts.
Those who cultivated it to profound heights might even be able to transfer injuries suffered by others.
"Run!"
The revived Zhu Yike let out only one thunderous roar.
Without any visible movement, another starlit talisman condensed before him.
Another explosion rang out. This time, Zhu Yike blew off his left leg.
Number Two saw it clearly. This technique truly contained the power of time. This Taixu who had overdrawn his strength possessed deep attainments in the Golden Gate Arts.
He instinctively turned toward the direction where the mangled flesh had fallen through the void, for the starlight was pointing precisely there.
Sure enough...
Feng Xiaose had revived as well!
Mangled flesh regenerated amid destruction, his injuries replaced by Zhu Yike's leg. Having survived the calamity, Feng Xiaose's face was filled only with terror and lingering palpitations.
"Impressive." Number Two nodded in approval.
"Don't look back! Run, all of you!"
Zhu Yike finally hurled the stone in his hand with all his strength.
He did not understand why Number Two, despite having already reacted, did not stop him.