A wild gale raged over the sea, whipping everyone's robes into violent flutters.
A tiny hole flickering with strange flowing light had appeared in Taimus's chest. Threads of grayish-white, crystalline mist continuously leaked from it. Taimus's body trembled violently—or rather, Arthur's body trembled violently. From within that flesh came shrill screams so piercing they made eardrums ache.
A hazy, translucent silhouette, like a wronged ghost clinging to a body, struggled to break free from the flesh. But that tiny hole blazing with dazzling light had become a stubborn "rivet," nailing the translucent figure firmly to the body.
With several hissing sounds, jets of blood sprayed from the transparent hole. The opening abruptly widened several times over. The twisting, struggling translucent figure let out another miserable wail, then sank back into the flesh and vanished. Taimus roared hoarsely, his voice mingled with disbelief. "Why is this happening? This body—why can't I leave this damned body?"
Blood flowed, vitality drained away, and Taimus's aura slowly weakened.
Master Yin had self-destructed a vast number of divine soldiers and generals, gathering all their power into a heaven-shaking blow. It had not only shattered Taimus's time domain, but also grievously wounded his body. Or rather, that blow had merely grievously wounded Arthur's flesh; it had not inflicted much damage upon Taimus's true body.
But clearly, Arthur's body concealed some unknown secret. Taimus's true body could not break away from Arthur's flesh. The source of his life had become one with Arthur's body, and when Arthur's body suffered grave damage, Taimus suffered grievous injuries as well.
"Why is this happening? Why?" Taimus threw back his head and roared. The pain was so intense that tears slid down his face.
Pain—what an unfamiliar sensation. Taimus had never possessed a physical body, so he had never known what