This head just wouldn't bow.
Han Su simply couldn't bring himself to revere them like gods!
No matter what outsiders said about them, he had always fought against them, escaped from them, and even wounded them.
He just couldn't bring himself to be devout toward his opponents!
The moment Han Su realized this, he was seized by an indescribable shudder.
A powerful tearing sensation began in the back of his left hand.
Inside his body, some kind of living will seemed to reject him, burrowing toward the back of his left hand—he couldn't lie to himself. But when he resisted this entity, the Will of Copper began to distance itself from him as well.
"Success!"
Beneath the Mother Body Divine Tree, White Corpse had been staring fixedly at Han Su. He sensed the strange mental fluctuations around Han Su and saw the Copper Blood scattered on the ground, as if being pushed away by an invisible force.
His delight reached its peak.
All the risks and madness were finally about to yield a result.
At last, he was going to claim everything that belonged to him.
He licked his lips with his long tongue, his eyes flashing with greed. All the Copper Blood around Han Su began to fall under his control again, transforming into sharp copper spikes that closed in on Han Su.
Meanwhile, bright copper-colored matter seemed to be seeping rapidly through the Cross Copper Scar on the back of Han Su's hand.
The will of "copper," its very essence, was escaping Han Su's body bit by bit.
At that moment, White Corpse sensed the lofty nature of this Mysterious Power.
He was so overcome with excitement that he wanted to kneel and bow to this pure copper, to show his devotion.
As if reaching out