The wound on his abdomen began to heal. Pale golden muscle fibers grew from the edges, weaving together and pulling the split flesh closed.
In the Dragon Thunder True Form, his regenerative speed was far faster than usual. The wound visibly shrank before his eyes.
It was walking toward him from the direction of the crystal coffin. Its right hand gripped that bead, half of which had already turned dark red.
With every step it took, a lotus bloomed beneath its foot—not the dark red lotuses from before, but blood-red ones.
When the lotuses opened, red droplets fell from their petals. The moment they hit the ground, they corroded fist-sized pits into it.
Its aura was climbing. Peak Longevity, half-step Reincarnation, the threshold of the Reincarnation Realm—it was crossing that threshold.
Once it crossed over, even if it recovered only ten percent of its Reincarnation Realm strength, coupled with the suppression of its realm, even the Dragon Thunder True Form might not be able to defeat it.
Lu Chen shook the black droplets off Root Severer.
The sword blade regained its golden-purple radiance. He gripped the sword with both hands, its tip aimed at the bead within its chest cavity—the bead was held in its right hand, but countless dark-red filaments connected it to its chest, like blood vessels. The bead was still its core.
Dragon Eye locked onto those filaments. Several hundred of them extended from the bead's surface, burrowing into the inner wall of its chest cavity, into its spine, into every one of its ribs. The filaments pulsed, channeling the bead's power throughout its body.
Sever the filaments, and the bead would no longer be able to transmit power.
He charged forward. Shrinking the Earth to an Inch—one step carried him before it.
Root Severer did not