Although Ian's demigod state left him a little short on combat strength, his vitality was undeniably tenacious.
Even after completely losing his form, with every other host nearby wiped out, he could still corrupt me directly with a wisp of lingering consciousness.
Besides, Fu Qian was still inclined to believe him. Even if they both perished, that guy could very well come back from the dead.
Perhaps being annihilated hundreds or thousands of times would reduce his consciousness to nothing, but I didn't have that much time or Sanity Value to waste.
That was where Ian's confidence came from.
Still, I wondered if he'd ever seen a movie called The Terminator.
The simplest way to kill something that couldn't die was to do it before it became immortal.
And it seemed I had just the right technique for the job.
In fact, the moment I discovered how bizarre this guy was, I'd already made up my mind.
What I'd said just now was true. The main purpose of all those actions had been to test the properties of this special demigod form.
It was a little disgusting, but Fu Qian didn't deny how miraculous this path was.
He was actually quite curious what this thing would become as it evolved, progressing through the First Order and then the Second Order.
But Brother Ian would definitely never get to see it.
"Guess who I am?"
Amid the suggestive pink glow, Fu Qian still hadn't answered. The married woman Lily behind him looked puzzled and couldn't help asking again.
"Mrs. Niu?"
Fu Qian finally replied, then turned around.
Fu Qian's answer clearly left Lily bewildered, but the moment she saw half his face, she realized she'd mistaken him for someone else.
"I actually mistook you for someone else—"
Just as Lily