When Yu Lian crawled out from beneath the ruins of the inn, he saw his side's psychics raining down blades, spears, swords, halberds, axes, hooks, and all manner of weapons on a pitch-black shapeshifter, while ordinary soldiers covered them with gunfire.
He certainly didn't feel as if someone had stolen his kill. If anything, he was very pleased.
Let's be reasonable. He, Yu Lian, was a big shot whom his subordinates could call a great marshal—ah, no, a commanding officer. Though he was certainly interested in high-intensity psychic combat, he couldn't exactly do everything himself, could he?
He decided to take a moment to recover. Grinning, he pulled out half a crumpled pack of Old Blade cigarettes, then used the Touch of Life to massage his body, letting its glow seep inside and nourish his damaged organs. At the same time, he kept his eyes on the battlefield, ready to provide support at a moment's notice.
However, Yu Lian soon realized that he really wouldn't need to join the fight. His opponent might be a Void Lord at the top of the food chain, but this monster he had dragged out of the Void was, in the end, nothing more than a shadow of the Root Without Eyes.
Yes, the Void Lord's true body was the enormous form that blotted out the sky in the Void and stretched thousands of miles into the distance, like a vast vine pillar connecting the abyss to heaven. But that form existed in a state between existence and nonexistence.
The part of its power that extended into the real world took on a physical form—something people could touch, and even damage with weapons from the real world. That, in fact, was its shadow.
To the Void Lord known as the Root Without Eyes, the