Chen Shouyi was just preparing to resume his transformation when, all of a sudden, his knees went soft and he dropped to the ground.
A colossal creature with a bird's head and a humanoid body appeared in his mind, roaring furiously. Endless power surged through its body, lightning flashed and thunder rumbled all around it, and its figure twisted and blurred, hazy as though shrouded in mist. Only a pair of crimson eyes pierced through layer upon layer of obstruction and imprinted themselves clearly in his mind.
It was as if he had been struck by lightning. Under its gaze, his will was rapidly drained like water bursting through a breached dam.
Fortunately, his will was extraordinarily condensed to begin with. After barely half a second, the image began to collapse and soon vanished without a trace.
His body rapidly shrank, and he knelt on the ground, panting heavily.
"Heh heh... heh heh!" He laughed with a somewhat manic edge, his mouth stretching wider and wider. Then he clutched his head, swaying drunkenly as he rose to his feet.
"That was the true body of the God of Hunting, wasn't it?"
"So what? If you've got the guts, come here yourself, you bastard. Let's see if I can't beat you to death... or see if a nuclear bomb can't blow you up."
If he had to describe his current mood in one sentence,
it would probably be:
"I'm already invincible under heaven."
Killing a barbarian god—even if it had only been possessing someone—was enough to make Chen Shouyi gloat.
He glanced at the mangled corpse beside him and kicked it dozens of meters away.
"Hiss!"
The movement tugged at the wound across his chest and abdomen, making the corner of his mouth twitch with pain.
There were two wounds. One