"Aaaah!"
The agonized scream echoed through the strange, vast Abyss of Enlightenment, piercing the air.
"No, it can't be! You... don't scare me. Wake up! Wake up!"
The White-Winged Circle Mask Man let out a grief-stricken roar and lunged forward, catching his companion's collapsing body. His voice shook with disbelief, pain, and fury.
The Armless Circle Mask Man had already passed out from the pain and blood loss. Pitch Black Blood wound across the transparent glass floor, a horrifying sight.
The smile had vanished from Charles's face, replaced by terror that chilled him to the bone.
"Whoosh—"
The moment Charles saw the face belonging to "Long Aotian," he instinctively backed away two steps. His eyes locked on Su Ye as if he were staring at a primordial Fierce Beast that had crawled out of the abyss.
It's him!
It's That Man!
The man who cut off my arm!
He's here!
When Mad Dog Charles saw Su Ye, his first thought was not revenge, but... fear.
Su Ye paid no attention to his enemies' grief or terror.
He barely spared Charles and the grieving Masked Man a glance, as though they were insignificant ants.
He crouched and placed a hand on Wu Haoyang, whose body seemed ready to break apart.
A strange ripple spread from Su Ye's palm.
Transfer... the damage!
Su Ye silently invoked the power.
Wu Haoyang's body convulsed. Muscle fibers writhed around the wound Charles's Vicious Finger Force had torn into his chest, and the injury began to close.
No, it was not healing.
It was as if the wound had never existed.
At the same time, another wound appeared on Wu Haoyang's arm, deep enough to expose bone.
Other cuts and gashes appeared across him as well.
The injury to his chest that had damaged his organs