The Inner Flame
As expected, this was no ordinary item. Had its self-preservation mechanism been triggered?
Facing this unprecedented situation, Fu Qian suppressed the impulse as he wondered.
As a divine hunter, the item called the Meria Flower Ball was clearly of a high rank.
And just as Yuan Shan had said, it could inflict a special kind of impact not only on flesh, but also on divinity—a relatively abstract concept.
Even he, a Second Order, couldn't help being affected.
Now, after being stained with divine flesh, the soft whip was practically thrumming with agitation.
Smack!
Yuan Shan had clearly tried to slow the pace, but the second lash still came down soon after, crossing the first in an X.
It even had decorative edging.
As everyone knew, the effects of flogging didn't simply add up with each strike. At certain points, they grew exponentially.
That was true of physical pain, and of the impact on one's will.
"How do you feel? This thing's even harder to control than I expected."
As she suppressed the urge to transform once more, Yuan Shan's question followed.
"Keep going."
From what she'd just said, it was all but certain that Chief Yuan lacked experience handling the item. Fu Qian wasn't surprised by how things were going.
The urge to transform might have been unusual, but he could handle it.
He was also mentally prepared for the possibility that the effects would grow exponentially.
Aside from that, there was another very strange sensation.
Despite the impact, his "divinity" showed no signs of falling apart. It was absurdly stable.
Smack!
The third lash made that judgment even more certain.
It was truly stable, like the legendary Titanic: battered by wind and rain, it rocked, but never broke apart.
Was it because of his divine