The elements stored in the Mimic's core were limited, but since Jiang Mian had refined them herself, their power was in a league of its own.
Number One wasn't on the [Cataclysm] Path. In terms of either control or strength, she could only be considered a clumsy Mimic.
She guessed that since he'd chosen to swallow Number Two outright instead of controlling her in a fight, he must have been limited in some way. So he'd simply treated her as nourishment to amplify himself?
What a pity. If she'd known Number Two would die, she should've harvested her first.
But there was no bringing her back now. Killing the Number One in front of her would be about the same.
Though Number One was suppressed, he hadn't lost the ability to move entirely.
A shadow spread beneath his feet, and he tried to sink into it.
"More than one ability?"
At a thought from Jiang Mian, the scorching gust instantly shifted direction and tightened like shackles, pinning him in place.
He was stuck halfway, like a rotting flower thrust straight into the ground.
Its main body was clearly still a Calamity of the [Chaos] Path. Calamities of that path generally feared heat and light.
Even if it was a derivative of some unknown entity, it had the same weakness—and Jiang Mian's flames were no trifling force.
Under the scorching heat, Number One's once-vibrant petals quickly turned dark red, their edges charred black, while the stamens in the middle curled slightly.
It hadn't been long before Number One folded its petals inward, like a gigantic flower bud.
Only then did Jiang Mian see the several human faces hidden beneath the petals.
Aside from Number Two, she didn't recognize the other two. They were probably Number One and another Aberrant.
"I see..."