The female demigod's eyes flew wide open. Her whole body shuddered and convulsed violently.
Faint flames spurted from her mouth, nose, and ears.
Chen Shouyi felt as if a great bell had boomed inside his head. Dazed and dizzy, he was fortunate to have prepared for this. His will had been tempered by the blood of a true god, and was no longer what it once was. He could still just barely keep a sliver of clarity.
Veins bulged along his neck. With a low growl, he gritted his teeth and wrenched out his sword.
His large hand seized her shoulder and lifted her up.
Her body had gone limp and powerless, leaving only violent spasms. Faint fiery mist seeped from her, radiating some heat, but Chen Shouyi could endure it for a second or two.
Then the hand holding his sword swept swiftly through the air.
The blade met stubborn resistance as it sank into flesh.
The next instant, a head with eyes that refused to close rolled to the ground.
Divine blood gushed out like a fountain.
Chen Shouyi's mind finally relaxed. His legs gave way, and he dropped to his knees with a thud.
His body rapidly shrank.
"Chen Shouyi, are you all right?" Luo Jingwen hurried over to support him, paying no heed to the divine blood spraying everywhere. A demigod wasn't a true god; with the formidable will of a seasoned peak martial master like him, a demigod's divine blood could no longer harm them.
Likewise, bathing in divine blood had basically lost its effect.
"I'm fine. Just a little dizzy. I'll be okay in a bit." Chen Shouyi pulled free of Luo Jingwen's arm and sat in the pool of blood, covering his lower body.
His crotch burned with sharp pain, and blood trickled